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The Ghosts of Right Now | Spencer Reid

Part 5 of Routine Maintenance

Warnings: arguments, exploding toilets, confessions

Summary: Spencer leaves with the guys to the Falls... but not before getting into an argument with you. Later, someone from his past shows up unannounced.

Getting down the ladder was an adventure in and of itself for both Spencer and Honey. They both only had a hand between the two, but after a few minutes of fumbling they managed to hit sand. Both fairly tipsy for this early in the morning, they walked slowly back to the Inn. Honey hadn't driven anyways, instead walking straight from the clinic. Neither said much, and they strolled instead in silence, waving at the handful of people milling about.

An old four seat jeep was parked in front of the Inn, a tall sandy blond man leaning against it and smoking a cigarette. He watched the street with hyperfocus, sharp eyes catching any movement. Spencer assumed he must be Holly Henson in the military green tee and cargo pants. He even wore military grade boots and a Rangers cap, a man who never really left the war.

His eyes lit up as he spotted Honey, and he flicked the cigarette into the gravel drive before running up to her. He scooped her up in a bone crushing hug, lifting her tiny body up at least a foot and a half in the air. Honey let out an oof as she was gripped tightly, but she looped her arms over his shoulders and hugged him back. Her legs dangled down his front, her feet barely reaching his knees.

"I'm so sorry, Honey Bear," he said in a deep tearful voice. He rocked her from side to side. "I should've been there."

"I'm okay, Holly,"she said softly, cementing Spencer's assumption of who he was. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"No, no," he insisted. This giant man's chin wobbled as he buried his nose into Honey's neck. "If I'd just been brave, you wouldn't have been there and this never would have happened."

Honey wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed him tighter. "It's a brave man who can admit when something’s not safe for him, Holly. You're the bravest guy I know."

He sniffled as she kissed his temple, then she twisted to point behind her at Spencer, who just stood there awkwardly. Her voice strained as his big arms held her in a death grip.

"Holly, this is Spencer. He's staying at the Inn while Rose fixes his car."

Instead of putting her down, Holly just shifted Honey onto his hip like a toddler. He reached out his left hand to shake Spencer's good one, nearly breaking his fingers in the process.

"It's a good thing you did, man," he said as he let go. "This girl's near and dear to my heart."

"She did all the work," Spencer replied awkwardly.

"Can you put me down now?" Honey asked lightly, but Holly just held her tight and shook his head.

"Nah, I need this for a few more minutes."

That seemed to be enough for Honey, and she just leaned on his shoulder as he turned to the jeep and tightened a latch. The man was massive, but obviously had a very tender heart. He reminded Spencer of Morgan and Alvez, albeit a bit more in touch with his feelings.

Spencer was watching them with begrudging amusement when the door to the auto shop next door opened. The little tinkling of the bell caught their attention, and out walked Rose with a very sheepish looking Rico following closely behind.

Honey wiggled out of Holly's arms, and he set her down gently on the gravel as Rico made his way toward her. His head hung low, ringing his fingers together. Spencer felt bad for him. He was an idiot, but he'd just been trying to defend Honey at the time. Her body coiled tightly, and she crossed her arms over her chest as he approached. Rico reached out a hand but she angled herself away. He nodded to himself and looked down at his shoes.

"I'm so sorry, Honey. I was so drunk, I didn't even thin-," he began, but she cut him off.

"Apologize to him," she growled, pointing a thumb over her shoulder at Spencer. "You could have gotten him killed."

She turned on her heel and patted his shoulder, "Have fun. I have a toilet to fix."

Honey ignored Rico’s pleading gaze as she stomped inside the Inn. He sighed heavily and ran a rough hand over his forehead before meeting Spencer's eyes.

"I'm fine," he told him before he could apologize. "I've taken worse beatings than that."

Rico shook his head. "I should've left when Honey told me to. I was being a jackass and drowning my feelings. I'm sorry you got caught up in it."

Never one for handshakes, but after finding it got him a lot farther and made things easier than telling people he didn't like germs, Spencer just stuck out his hand. Rico stared at it for a moment before taking it.

"My mom says you're a good guy," he said, obviously uncomfortable. "She's a good judge of character. Should've taken her at her word."

"Who's your mom?" Spencer asked as he let him go.

"Collie. She likes that you knew she was Basque. A lot of people don't even know what that is."

"I've traveled a lot. She's really sweet."

"You two done or can we leave?" Rose cut in. He leaned against the jeep, but the slight quirk of his mouth told Spencer he wasn't really irritated. "Lionel's already up waiting for us at the camp."

"I'll just go get changed."

Spencer headed inside the hotel, trudging down the hallway to his room. He pulled his pants out of the plastic bag Dr. Altman had put his things in and took out the key. As he was fumbling with the lock and sticky door, he heard one behind him open.

He turned to see Honey stepping out of her apartment, flashing him a small smile and holding a DeWalt tool bag. She pointed at the door, "Need some help?"

"Sure."

She took over for him, throwing her shoulder into the door and cracking it open. She waved him inside, following him as he stepped through.

"Think you can get this brace off?" Spencer asked. He grabbed his suitcase and tossed it on the bed, letting it bounce before going for the zipper. When he struggled with it she shooed him away and opened it for him.

"Pick one."

Spencer pointed to a blue tee and a darker flannel. Honey unfurled them gently, taking care not to move around his other clothes. She hardly even looked at the suitcase, and Spencer could tell she was going out of her way to not be nosy.

She rounded him without a word and unstrapped the sling from his shoulder, holding his elbow and gently lowering his arm from the strapped position over his chest. Spencer gripped the back of his collar and tried to pull the shirt over, but winced audibly as a pain rocketed through the joint.

"Can I help?" Honey asked cautiously. Her voice was a bit small and hesitant, and Spencer felt an odd flush hit his cheeks.

He nodded once, avoiding turning around to look at her. He didn't know why he suddenly felt so conscious of the fact that she was about to see him without a shirt on. Clearing his throat, Spencer held his shoulders up tight just to feel a bit more confident.

He'd had plenty of one night stands over the last two years, and had little issue taking off his shirt like he had when he was younger. This felt…charged somehow, like there was an electricity in the air between them.

Her fingertips brushed under the hem of his shirt, and in a flash of mild panic he remembered that this shirt likely belonged to Ernesto. Shame flooded across his chest at the thought of making her remove her dead husband's clothing from him. He was nothing to her, just a stranger. He shouldn't have her doing this.

But her hands were so smooth, and as they brushed over his spine Spencer had to close his eyes. She touched him far more gentler than anyone has in a long time. His one night endeavors were fast and hard, just long enough to satisfy his partner and clear his mind for a moment. This wasn't something he'd experienced in years. Probably not since Max, and in truth he hadn't thought of her much since he left DC either.

It was best to leave that all in the past.

Honey stepped in front of him as she eased the shirt over his shoulders, keeping her eye on his swollen joint and wincing at the sight. She folded the shirt carefully and set it on the mattress, running a soft hand over it and sighing before picking up his blue one.

"You should just forgive him," he found himself blurting out. Honey held the shirt midair and cocked her head at him. "Rico wasn't trying to get you injured. He was just trying to help."

She frowned, her brows marring in irritation. "You don't know anything about me and Rico."

"I know he loves you. He just wanted to keep you safe."

"Good for him. Give me your arm." She shook the cotton at him, and he gave her what she asked for.

With a softness he hadn't really seen from her, Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off her as she put his shirt on for him. She even put his flannel on, smoothing down the lapels before reaching for his brace.

"I'm usually in and out of a town. I don't like the idea of getting in between you two."

"There's nothing to get in between," she grumbled back, this time taking his arm without asking first. She slipped it over his arm and shoulder, tightened it gently and slowly. Honey sighed angrily and met his eyes.

She stared at him for a moment, searching his gaze for something he wasn't quite sure of. Crossing her arms over her chest, she tapped her foot in irritation like she had his first night here.

"Why don't you stay anywhere for very long?"

"What do you care?"

She squinted at him, "You're asking about my life. Why shouldn't I ask about yours?"

Spencer ran his free hand over the back of his neck, contemplating if he should even answer. She just watched him expectantly, tapping her damned foot on the hardwood.

"I'm not exactly good company," he spat. "Would you want to put up with me for more than a day or two?"

Honey shrugged, unsatisfied. "There's a lot of people I wouldn't want to spend that much time with, yet they haven't wandered across the country for no reason."

"I have reasons," Spencer gritted out. Who the hell did this girl think she was? She had no right to his life, even if she had saved it. "They're none of your business."

"You know about my dead husband, and I'm sure you know the horrible way he died," she countered, not moving an inch. She was insufferable. "Tit for tat, Mr. Buzzkill."

Spencer's squint somehow was even tighter as he glared at her. "My mom died and I decided I didn't want to live the life I was anymore. I didn't have to take care of her anymore."

"Dead mom's a good excuse to ditch your friends and family instead of admitting you ran away."

"Fuck you."

"No thanks, I only fuck my dead husband's friends," she shot back.

They glared at one another for a few moments, both unrelenting in their aggressive stances and irritation. Her bruises only made him angrier, as did the thought of her dead husband. It made him feel guilty for wanting to throw her on the bed and fuck the fight out of her.

Finally, she cracked. Her lip twitched up into a smile, and before he knew it Spencer was laughing with her. It petered out after a few seconds but it dissipated most of the tension in the room. Honey brushed back her hair with a shaky hand before pointing at the Thunderbird Soccer League shirt.

"I'll get this back to Mattie May," she murmured, picking it up. She held it to her chest and ran her thumb along the faded logo, trying to seem braver than she was.

"Good call," he muttered back. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He sidestepped her and made his way out of the room, wanting to walk away without another thought. He couldn't really help himself, though, and chanced a glance over his shoulder.

Honey held the shirt up to her nose, her eyes clamped shut. Spencer watched painfully as a stray tear trickled down her cheek and stained the cotton fabric. She let out a long sigh and opened her glassy eyes to look out the window toward the beach.

Spencer's courage evaporated in an instant. He had to get the hell out of there before he wrapped his arms around her for comfort. She didn't need or want it from him, and he'd done enough already to hurt her feelings.

The truth was, she was right. Spencer had run away. On a cool DC morning, Spencer turned in his resignation to Emily, got in his car, and drove for Georgia. He wasn't sure why that was the first place he went, but he didn't stop until he hit the Macon County Line.

He was running away again, this time without a car and away from Honey. He didn't really want to do this guys night with Rose and the guys, but he had to get away from her. It was sick, the way his stomach was churning around a woman he'd only known for a few days.

He wanted to take her someplace safer, pull her pain out with his teeth. She made him feel the way JJ had when she was pulling away, slowly wasting away after her miscarriage. She was his best friend, and he saw what her secrets were doing to her. There were all these reasons all the time for them all to be afraid. He just wanted to take her someplace safer.

At the same time he wanted to leave. He was sick of carrying the weight, of his friends and his own. He couldn't be their emotional pack mule, something they never seemed to understand. They only wanted to know what was going on with him to know, and to baby him. It was never to be a part of his life.

He talked too much and rambled too long about things they didn't care about. It took almost twenty years for him to just keep it inside, to stop being a burden on anyone else. It was the way he saw his mother, and soon enough he became his team's burden too.

Being in this town was like being haunted by the ghosts of right now. He already knew this place was going to stay with him, and for fucks sake… all he wanted was to move on. He wanted to leave every place he'd been for years.

Spencer wanted to go some place safer.

When would he find it?

I stood there in Spencer's room for a long time, clutching Ernie's shirt to my chest and trying not to cry. I boxed up most of his stuff years ago and put it in storage, and Mattie May had the key. I knew she was just trying to be nice and give Spencer something to wear without going through his suitcase, but it killed me that she gave him one of Ernie's shirts to wear instead of Rose's.

I missed him so much. Words could never explain what I lost that day. There was nothing to convey the torture of holding my dead husband in the water for three days, holding out on hope that he just might wake up and tell me everything would be fine.

Each day I expected him to walk through the doors of the Inn. He used to bring me saltwater taffy every Friday along with some sushi, and to this day I spent my Fridays eating just that in my lonesome studio apartment. I never stopped hoping that one day he may bring it to me so I wouldn't have to be by myself.

I put on a show for the townspeople. I don't let Mattie May or Rose see that each night I drink myself to sleep. I don't let Collie or Augstín know that some days her coffee is the only thing keeping me up after a bender. I don't let Michelle know I'm squirreling away every dollar I make at her diner just in case I take the plunge one day and leave Thunderbird for good.

I'm so fucking tired. All these memories won't just let me rest. All I have done the last ten years is keep the town going while everyone moved on with their lives and I'm still stuck in first gear. How can I move on from Ernie when every day he's all around me?

I heard the jeep pull away, but I couldn't seem to move from my spot until I heard the landline ring at the front desk. Hustling down the hallway, I clutched Ernie's shirt under my arm to get to it.

I picked it up just as it dropped, then slammed it back in the cradle with unknown anger. I snatched it again and with a rage yelled fuck you into the receiver before putting Ernie's shirt on the desk.

After a few moments of glaring at the floor, I managed to pull myself together a bit. I had things to do today, so I couldn't let myself wallow over anything that shithead Spencer Reid said to me or him wearing my husband's clothes.

I grabbed my tool bag from Spencer's doorway and headed to Room 2. This toilet was the bane of my existence, but I was determined to fix it instead of replace it. Most of the fixtures here were original, and the last thing I wanted to do was get rid of anything I didn't have to if I was going to sell if I ever got the courage to leave.

A few hours later I found myself elbow deep in the damned thing, tweaking the water flow and trying to find the issue. I was dead focused on a leaking pipe in the back when a knock on the doorframe jolted me from my spot.

"Fuck!" I screamed, yanking my wrench down too far. I somehow managed to hit the flush as I jumped to my feet, and before I knew it a geyser of water erupted from the bowl.

A manicured pair of hands yanked me away, and I stared in awe as a polished woman in a red pantsuit with gray hair knelt down and shut off the water. It soaked her front and pants, but I was rooted watching her in shock.

She stood and wiped some water from her forehead as she turned to me. "You need a new toilet. The flow is reversed and the pipe’s about to burst."

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked sharply, my brows furrowed.

Keeping her cool better than I would, she stuck out a damp hand. "Emily Prentiss. I believe we spoke yesterday."

"Oh," I managed, reaching out on autopilot and shaking her hand. "What happened to, 'Spencer's a grown man and he'll call if he needs me?'"

"I got worried when he didn't call, so I did and nobody answered. Usually he lets me know if anything has happened." Emily put her hands on her hips and pointed behind me. "What room is he staying in?"

"Room 4, but he's not here right now. He went with the guys to the Falls," I told her. I didn't really want to like her because of her dismissive attitude the night before. "They'll be back in the morning."

Emily quirked a brow, "The guys?"

"A few guys from town. They all served and they don't like the fireworks," I replied, pointing a thumb over my shoulder at nobody in particular. "Heard that he doesn't either, so they took him camping for the night."

Emily burst into hearty laughter that made me take a cautious step away from her. It died down and she wiped her eye with the back of her hand. "Sorry, if you knew Spencer like I do you'd know how ridiculous the thought of him camping is. I'm sure he'll be very comfortable in his suits and sweater vests."

"I don't know," I muttered, "I dressed him in a tee and flannel before he left."

Her brows raised, "You dressed him?"

I shrugged, "It's hard to dress yourself with a shoulder brace."

Emily hummed, but she seemed satisfied with my answer. She took a deep breath, "Well, I'd like a room for the night, then."

"Sure. I've got an unobstructed view of the beach in Room 6."

"It doesn't seem like anyone else is staying here at the moment. Why didn't you give it to Spencer?"

"Because fuck him, that's why," I replied bluntly. Emily chuckled a bit at my brazenness so I laughed with her. "Plus, he was rude to me when I first met him."

Emily nodded, making a face. She motioned to her clothes, "How about I get cleaned up and you show me a good place to eat?"

"Oh, I'm not a tour guide, but I can point you in the right direction."

"No, but you seem like an interesting person and Spencer said everyone here is weird… so color me intrigued."

I leaned on the doorframe and waved my wrench at her, "I think I'm gonna like you, Emily."

"Everyone does, Honey."

An hour later I was sitting outside Collie's Cafe with yet another stranger. Emily had opted for a pair of leggings and an old tee with the FBI logo on it. She had her long hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, leaving me feeling a bit frumpy with my wild curls and old wife beater and shorts.

It was my go to outfit as it was easy and both options came in a large number of colors to choose from. My hair had always been a bit unruly, and when I was younger my mother used to straighten it for me. After moving to Thunderbird, Ernie taught me a bit about curl care, but mine never had the same tight smooth ringlets his did. Instead they frizzed out and made me look a bit like a haggard lion.

People milled about, getting ready for the night's festivities. Nell always set off the fireworks in the bay, and I usually watched from a secluded spot on the beach. The town was alight with red, white, and blue. Everyone dressed in the colors, bright headbands and buying things for the night.

"Spencer mentioned this place has really good coffee," Emily mused as she looked through the menu. "But he fills it halfway with sugar so his opinion isn't the best."

"Collie is a master with beans. She orders it from her hometown in Bay of Biscay," I replied uncomfortably. People were staring, and while I was used to it for being the sad widow, this was different. "Her father ran a coffee company in Spain."

"My ears burn!" Collie announced as she approached our table. She wore a themed dress today, a far cry from her usual traditional dresses of her homeland. This one had the same style but was adorned with American flags. "You have a new friend, maitea."

"This is Emily," I introduced her. "She's staying at the Inn tonight."

I wasn't sure what to say, but I was sure Spencer wouldn't want everyone knowing his friend flew down to check on him.

"Wonderful! I'm Collie." She reached out a hand to Emily, who took it, expecting to shake it. Collie clapped a hand over hers and gave her a tight squeeze. "You are beautiful!"

Emily couldn't help but smile and squeezed her back before letting go. "Thank you. This is an adorable cafe."

Collie beamed, her natural beauty shining through wonderfully. She turned to me and put a soft hand under my chin and frowned, clicking her teeth. "That Lonnie, I could kill him for laying a hand on you."

"I'm fine, Col," I told her, pulling away sheepishly. "Micah’s got them locked up anyways."

"How is Spencer? Is he okay?"

"He's fine. Rose stole him away for the night."

Collie clicked her teeth again and smiled, "That he will like. Good boys all around."

She took our orders and disappeared back inside. Emily and I made small talk about the town and spoke to a few passersby who were trying not to seem nosy, but we both knew they just wanted to meet the stranger. Collie came back out with our coffees and food, bringing out some karouga for a light dessert before going back in.

"So," Emily said after she took a long sip of her coffee. "Spencer got hurt defending you?"

I nodded, then told her the whole story. She listened intently, her gaze unwavering and giving nothing away. "He met me at the beach this morning, which is probably why he didn't call you."

Her brow raised at that, "You didn't wait for him to wake up?"

I shrugged, "I'm not good with that hospital. I needed to blow off some steam so I went to my boat to work on it."

"A lot of people don't like hospitals," she agreed with me. "Do you sail or race?"

I smiled at her. Not a lot of people knew much about racing sailboats. "I used to race back in the day. I grew up in Maine. I found water rescue, though, and that became my passion. I have a schooner now, but when we got that we mostly just cruised."

"We?"

I made a face and looked away, "My husband and I."

Her eyes fell to the ring on the chain around my neck. In all honesty, if my own ring hadn't slipped off in the accident I'd probably still wear it on my finger.

She didn't press me on it, and I knew she'd read me like a book. We finished up at Collie’s and she insisted she pay, so I decided to let her. She wasn't the asshole she seemed like on the phone, and I was enjoying her company.

Somehow we ended up in the liquor store grabbing a few bottles of tequila, then down to the beach. I didn't know why, but I brought her to the Isle of Honey. The sun was beginning to set and the fireworks would begin soon. The horizon blazed in streaks of red and orange, dark blue. Emily and I sat on the deck of the old schooner, passing a blender back and forth of margarita mix and tequila like Spencer and I had that morning.

"He wasn't always like this, you know?" Emily asked after a stretch of silence. "When I met Spencer he weighed a buck twenty and wore these thick glasses… he was so sweet and innocent."

I scoffed, "That's hard to imagine." I couldn't see it in my mind. All I saw was the dickhead in a flannel and khakis who made me grit my teeth.

"Yeah, he went through a lot in the last twenty years. The work we did, it changes you. He was never really given the chance to just be himself."

Emily sighed and crossed one ankle over the other, leaning back on her hands. She watched the horizon, and as always the damned ocean calmly watched us back. "His mind is amazing. It moves faster than anything I've ever seen. All that knowledge plopped into the head of a skinny kid from Vegas. He could've been a super villain, he's so smart, but he wanted to help people."

My brows furrowed, "What did he used to do?"

Emily looked my way with a frown, "He was an FBI agent. My team profiles serial killers."

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. She must have read it on my face, because her eyes widened, "You didn't know that."

I shook my head, "He's not much of a sharer. I'll give him credit where it's due, though. This is the nosiest town I've even been to and nobody's gotten much from him."

Emily winced and brought her legs up to her chest. She sighed, "Well, shit."

"Wouldn't have thought he was a genius either," I shrugged, taking a long sip of my margarita. The lemon lime flavor hit the back of my throat nicely after my shitty twenty four hours. "This morning I told him he was an idiot."

Emily laughed at that. She made grabby hands for the pitcher, so I passed it to her. She took a deep pull off the old glass and nodded, "He's a good guy. I promise. We should have loved him the way he needed us to."

"He should have asked for it, then," I replied quietly. "From what I've gathered, he ran away because it got too hard."

"He did, more than once," she whispered. Her face wracked with memory and pain. "We all just got so caught up in our own lives, and Spencer was always a rock and the youngest of us all. He never wanted to be a bother and we treated him like one whenever he opened up."

I knew all too well what that was like. For ten years I'd kept my feelings to myself to spare my family and the town. I did everything I could to make sure they were taken care of, neglecting myself in the process. The thought of letting them know how demolished I was was painful. I couldn't bear the thought of letting them know the old me was dead.

"When he left, it hit us like a ton of bricks," she continued on, just as lost as I was in her own pain. "We saw how much we put on him, how we relied on his brain instead of learning for ourselves. He was so tired of the blood and the gore, but we all just assumed he was a lifer and would never do anything else. It never occurred to me how much pain he was in.

"Two years later and I know he's still hurt. I thought he'd find himself by now, find what he needed to be happy, but he's still lost."

"Then this could be the place for him," I told her honestly. "This is a town of lost souls. Almost everyone came from somewhere else."

"Is that how you came here?" Emily asked softly. "You were lost?"

I nodded, "I came from a bad situation. My dad was… a monster, to say the least. I had a sister and she died, so as soon as I turned eighteen I lit out of there. I met my mother in law at a truck stop and she brought me here.

"I never left," I finished quietly. I watched the ocean intently, both loving and hating it. The ocean was both my safe place and my doom. At so many points in my life it was the best place for me, and others just a source of misery and grief.

"And now you want to leave and you feel guilty." I glanced over at her and she shrugged, tapping her temple. "Profiler. Saw it a mile away."

"It's hard to leave a place that gave you everything and took it away at the same time. I keep thinking it'll give me that again, y’know?"

"It was the same for Spencer, and myself," Emily agreed. "Our team was the only real family most of us had, and the things we experienced were only things we'd understand. But Spencer… he went through more than the rest of us. We just assumed he'd bounce back sooner or later, and then he handed me his resignation, told me his mom died… and then he just left."

"Hard to know if that's cowardly or brave," I muttered. I wasn't used to learning this much about a customer, especially one I detested. I couldn't seem to help myself, though, and asked, "Who was Maeve?"

Emily grunted in contemplation. She frowned and twisted her hands in her lap. She sat up straight and let out a long sigh, "His girlfriend. She died ten years ago or so. Him asking about her made me want to come down in the first place, and him not calling me kind of worried me more than I could handle."

“You think he’ll be angry when he sees you’re here?”

Emily nodded, “Probably, but it’s been two years. Hopefully that’ll make up for it.”

I didn't have anything good to say, so I didn't reply. We made a new batch of margarita mix, strawberry this time, and sat in silence watching the fireworks. They exploded over the sky, shimmering lights trickling down over the ocean's surface.

Every now and then we spotted Nell's boat with the light flashes. The giddy old man clapped with each boom, but my heart sank with them. The last few days left my mind a mess, and all I could see was the thunder that preceded the end of my life as I knew it.

There was no wind tonight, but I could still feel it whipping my hair back and forth under its power. The harsh spray of the water hit my face over and over again, knocking me back on my ass every time I tried to get up. Ernie kept a firm hold on me, trying to keep us both from sliding over the deck, but in the end it didn't matter.

Boom! Over and over again. The whole world seemed to rumble with thunder and lightning. We were powerless, lost to the sea we'd made our home on. Ernie made the ocean my safe place again and then it betrayed us. It took him from me, and as I sat on the deck of our broken home, rage filled my veins.

I envied Spencer, and it pissed me off. Somehow that walking melancholy managed to gain the courage to walk out of his life and get away. I wished I had that bravery, but at the same time I hated him for it. Emily's pain was obvious, her regret at his loss emanated from her skin in waves. How could he do that to someone who loved him like that?

Imagining the pain I would cause if I left splintered my heart in my chest. These people took me in when nobody else wanted me, when I was scared and alone and angry at the world. They saw what I could be and gave me every opportunity to be myself, and now I hated who I'd become.

Ungrateful, spiteful, bitter. I'd become my father, and the thought terrified me. How could I do this to all of these people who wanted the best for me? How could Spencer?

I didn't realize tears were flooding my cheeks in silence until Emily patted my shoulder. The heaviness in my face hit me like a ton of bricks as she pulled a travel kleenex from her purse and handed it to me without a word. I took it with a shaky hand and wiped my face, praying it would stop.

I didn't think I'd ever stop being haunted. The ghosts of my past and the ghosts of right now surrounded me. The future was so…gray, and I couldn't see past the fog. It was a long time coming, and for the last ten years I'd contented myself with just existing, but sitting on this boat and watching the fireworks with a swollen face and a sprained wrist lit something deep inside me.

I realized how tired I was of just sitting here, going through the motions day by day. It was exhausting to just be, and if I wasn't going to leave Thunderbird I needed to do something else. At the rate I was going, I was bound to end up with a gun in my mouth.

All these ghosts weighed on my shoulders, but they didn't mean to. I'd forced them all to stay with me by living in my memories every day, every moment for the entire thirty one years I'd been on this earth. I've been killing myself in slow motion for as long as I can remember.

The time was now. The future was happening at this very moment, and I was wasting it and myself, wasting the love of the people around me. They deserved better… and damn it… I did too.

I need to start living.

Right now.

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Notes: Next chapter, guy's night! I think Emily and Honey will get along just fine. :) How do you think guy's night will go?

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whoreforsamwilson · 5 months

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Next Lifetime (Part One)

Warning: None…

*Word Count: 987

My gaze shifted to the beautiful woman who stood beside him.

She's wearing a beautiful blue gown that complimented Sam's suit. Her hair was curled and fell down her back perfectly.

She smiled looking up at Sam with a wine flute in her hand.

Leila's her name.

Coming to this Christmas party was a big mistake, and I wouldn't have come if Sarah hadn't practically begged me to come.

“You know you look pretty to be sitting down. Every guy in here has had their eye on you," said Sarah leaning against the bar.

She wore a beautiful black dress and her hair was braided and pulled into a bun. She had been mingling since I showed up and I guess she was expecting me to do the same.

I jumped my shoulders throwing back the rest of the champagne, "There's no need." I said shaking my head.

"Well if you not gonna dance with them at least come dance with me."

"Sarah please I don't-" She cut me off begging, "Please, oh look this is our song." She said with a smile.

I shook my head as Jesse Powell's 'You' started playing. I smiled shaking my head and standing up and my red dress fell to the floor.

"I hate you," I laughed as we made our way to the floor.

My eyes found Sam coming to the dance floor with the beautiful girl on his hips. Sarah turned her attention to when I was looking.

"Come on, it's just us." She's pulling me in the option direction.

I followed without question knowing better than to fight Sarah on anything.

She led me through the crowd to where Sam was dancing with the beauty. When they finally got to us she gave me the go-ahead.

They were so focused on dancing with one another and I didn't want to ruin it for them. Sam glanced at me and smiled, the first time he saw me tonight.

I returned the smile wrapping my arms around her. "There's that beautiful smile," said Sarah. "Has he talked to you?" I shook my head turning to look at him, he spun her around making her giggle and he smiled at the sight.

He kissed her cheek wrapping his arms around her waist. My heart dropped as I saw it, "About what?" I asked looking at her. Her brown eyes hid something.

What I'm not sure. But whatever it was she didn't know how to say it so she changed the subject.

"I wonder how many people in here think we are a couple?" She asked as we continued to dance.

"All the guys I rejected tonight." We both laughed as she turned me into a dip. "Sarah!" I gasped grabbing my boobies just in case they tried to pop out.

The music was turned down and Sam's voice came over the speakers.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please direct your attention to the beautiful woman in the blue."

"What's going on?" I whispered to Sarah, and she just dropped her head.

"From the moment I laid eyes on you Leila, I knew you were the person I wanted to be with forever." Forever? He hardly even knew the girl and he's talking about forever.

I turned my gaze to him, I was starting to feel faint. My heart began pounding loudly. I didn't understand why I couldn't breathe.

It felt like there was cotton stuffed inside my throat. I stumbled back feeling a tug from behind.

Sam fumbles in his pocket, I hope he's not doing what I think he is.

"And what better than to do it surrounded by our family and friends? Leila will you make me the happiest man in the world." She gasped stepping closer to him.

I need to leave before the world leaves his lips, before I pass out and that wouldn't be good.

I picked up the bottom of my dress and turned to walk away as he got down on one knee, my lungs burned I was moving so fast.

I knew coming here would be a mistake, I should've just stayed at home in my pjs, watched Christmas movies, and drank hot cocoa.

I looked back towards them just barely seeing Sam take a ring box. My mouth went dry and tears started flowing from my eyes as soon as they did I broke and ran for the doors.

When I reached the valet attendant I asked for my car to be brought around giving her my ticket. I shivered the cold air wrapping around me like a blanket.

It felt like they were taking forever it shouldn't be hard to find one car. "Hey, you forgot everything," Sar called after me.

I turned to her not caring about none of my belongings that she carried, "Why did you invite me if you knew he was gonna propose to her?" I spat anger laced in my voice.

"I thought he talked to you he's been saying it all week, and I didn't know what he was gonna do tonight. He said he wanted it to be small and intimate." She defends.

But I'm not feeling all that. "What did he need to talk to me for, he doesn't need my permission to do anything.

"He wanted to be sure that you would be okay."

"He didn't care enough to do so, but give them my best wishes," I said as they finally came around with my car.

Getting inside I slammed the door shut putting it in drive and not giving her a second glance.

Maybe I was being a little too harsh on her, I felt bad. But I know Sarah should overlook that blaming it on my emotions.

She would still come over once the boys were off to bed and sound asleep to make sure I was truly okay, but for now, she gonna give me the space I needed.

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ribb6ns · 2 years

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pairing: wanda/reader

word count: 1071

warnings: dark!wanda, slight MoM spoilers, manipulation, angst (kinda), toxic undertones if you squint

summary: wanda wants you back, and despite your earlier resistance, you soon realize that there's nothing stopping the witch from getting what she wants.

It seemed that the further you ran, the closer she got.

Your hands were on your knees as you tried to regain balance, your breaths coming out in short, rapid puffs. You should've known it would've been impossible to outrun one of the if not most powerful people that inhabited this universe. The only reason you had made it so far was because of Dr Strange, but now, stuck in the vast multiverse along with America Chavez without his sling ring, he was rendered useless. You could only hope that the young Latina would learn how to harness her powers and swoop in to save you from the monster that you used to call your lover.

You were well aware of the lengths that Wanda went to, just to find you. After being struck down by Thanos back in the war, you had been declared dead. Nobody cared enough to actually check if you were alive, with Wanda still grieving the loss of Vision. Vision. The name left a sour taste on your tongue. He was the man who had managed to steal Wanda's heart, the man who had whisked her away from your hands. She had left you in the most cruel way possible, and had left you to collect the remains of your heart that she had so carelessly shattered.

And now she was after you. You weren't sure what she was going to do to you if you fell into the witch's hands, but you were 97% sure that it involved your demise.

Just as you were about to take off again, you felt a slither of magic crawl up your ankle. You swiveled your head around so fast that you were almost certain that you had cracked it.

And there she stood, in all her glory, slowly descending onto you. You shook your head, refusing to believe that this would be how it ended.

"I told you not to run."

Her voice sent shivers down your back. She had completely given up on trying to mask her thick Sokovian accent, and the anger lacing her words was unmistakable.

Regaining control of your breath, you held your stance. "What do you want from me?" you asked, your voice wavering in fear, your words coming out softer than you had intended.

"You."

You were taken aback from her words, trying to decipher whether or not this was a cryptic way of telling you that you were doomed, or that she was...

No, she couldn't be. She didn't love you. You were simply a footnote in her story, nothing else.

Red flashed in your mind, and you grimaced when you realized that the witch had read your mind.

"I'm not going to kill you," she said, her cerulean eyes fixed on yours. "I... I would never hurt you. Never."

You almost chuckled at her words, shaking your head. This was just plain hypocrisy. "You're a fucking liar," you spat harshly, even shocking yourself with the intensity of your words. "You - I - you can't - you -"

You were cut short by the look in her eyes. The red had returned, accompanied a mist of tears. You bit your tongue, fear returning to your body as she stalked towards you.

You could practically feel her hot breath on your neck. The redhead halted just centimeters in front of you, before gently cupping your chin in her hands. When you tried to jerk your head away, you realized that you couldn't. Memories of your past relationship with Wanda flooded your mind, tears welling in your eyes as you reminisced the happier moments of your life, and you immediately melted into her touch.

A smirk tugged at the Sokovian's lips when she dove into your head once again, filling your head with more memories of your relationship. Her favorite part about this was that it was all real. Every memory, the emotions that came along with it, were all real.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I truly am. I never... I never meant to hurt you," she whispered. You looked into her eyes, a tear sliding down your cheek as you searched for any signs of insincerity.

You took a shaky breath. "I don't want to believe you," you murmured, your pained expression hitting the witch right where it hurt.

"Please," the witch whispered, her voice hoarse, as she fell to her knees, and this time, you knew that she was being genuine. You felt uneasy looking at her on the ground, practically begging you to take her back. Wanda was usually so dominant and assertive. You were so distracted by the gesture that you hadn't noticed the chaos magic that had infiltrated your mind, or the witch's subtle hand movements.

She loves you.

You felt as though you were going insane, shaking your head desperately as you tried to get the voice out of your head.

She only wants the best for you. She never meant to hurt you.

The memories started flashing in your head again. You and Wanda, sitting on the sofa, watching movies, the two of you on picnic dates, all the times she had been there for you when nobody else was.

You breath hitched when you comprehended the fact that the witch had once again, permeated your mind.

"Get out of my head," you yelled, panic arising in your throat. The witch only stared, emotionless, tears still falling from her now red eyes. "Get out, please, get out of my -"

Then, suddenly, it all came back to you.

You were now sitting back at the compound, curled up in your bed with a box of tissues next to you. Wanda was next to you, gently coaxing you.

"It's okay, love," she whispered, delicately stroking your hair, handling you as if you were a porcelain doll that could easily break with the wrong choice of words or the slightest touch. "I'll always be here for you."

"I just - I - I'm so - I'm just so sick of myself. How do you even put up with me?" you asked, turning to face the redhead, who looked at you pitifully.

"Why would you ever ask that?" she said. "You're gorgeous, dear. You always manage to make me laugh, even when I don't feel like it. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You only sniffled in response.

"You know that I'll always love you, right, Y/N? You're home now."

Home.

That was the word that finally broke you. In a flash, you returned back to where you were before, Wanda watching you intently as you came back to reality.

"Home," you whispered, and Wanda smiled, knowing that she had won.

Slowly standing up, the witch grabbed your shoulders, looking directly into your eyes.

"That's right. You're finally home."

With a flick of her hands, your surroundings changed, and you suddenly found yourself in a suburban house, sitting on a juice-stained couch, snuggling against Wanda, two boys on the either side of you, fast asleep. Snow White played on the television screen, her voice drowned out by the thoughts occupying your head.

Home.

You were finally home.

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practically-an-x-man · 4 months

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Here's a prompt: "What was that stunt you pulled back there? That was not okay!"

Oooh alright, this sounds like a really reckless stunt so it's got to be Rae, hands-down

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Cold winds whipped her face, sending her hair into a frenzy around her. Rae spit out a mouthful of it, though more strands quickly took their place.

"Should've braided it." she muttered, tossing her head to try and get her hair free of her face.

"Yeah," Warren muttered, fishing a few hairs from his own mouth as he spoke, "I agree."

She rolled her eyes at him, but tried to shift her grip enough to get her hair out of his face. His arms slid around her back, tethering her against his body as he flew. His wings beat steadily, carrying them just under the cloud line as he scanned the landscape below.

"Do you see her yet?"

"No," he said, "Not past the hair hurricane in my way. Category Five. Have you ever thought about cutting it?"

"Hm... not really," she responded, trying to give him a shrug. It didn't work quite so well when they were hundreds of feet above solid ground. "You think I'd look okay with short hair?"

"You'd look good even if you were flat bald, love," he mumbled, sounding half-distracted. He didn't even look at her - his eyes were locked on the landscape below. He beat his wings a bit more fervently, twisting in midair and tilting into a gentle descent. "Found 'er."

Rae tightened her grip, daring to lean out a steal a glance of her own. There, far below, was the mutant child they'd been sent to recover... being rounded on by a gaggle of others. One was dragging some sort of crate, the right approximate size for a large dog- or a ten-year-old child.

"Shit- faster, go faster," Rae demanded, silver light already beginning to glimmer around her hands and forearms. This would be a fight, no doubt. And she loved a good fight.

But if they got the girl in that cage, it wouldn't matter. They could ship her off to God-knows-where... another fighting ring like the one Warren himself had been forced into. It was a bad enough place for a grown man, an experienced fighter. For a child...

Her stomach lurched as Warren folded his wings and ducked into a steeper dive. The wind whistled past her ears, and her eyes streamed from its painful sting.

It still wasn't fast enough. He was fast, but he was still blunting their descent - enough for a clean landing, enough that he could still slow before they hit the ground. But far below, the poachers were nearing, and it still wasn't fast enough.

"Meet you on the ground," Rae muttered, then pushed free of his grasp.

Gravity caught her immediately, ripping her towards the ground with almost palpable force. The wind stole her breath from her lungs, chilled her to the bone. It was more terrifying than she'd ever have expected. Hundreds of flights with Warren, each one fast and exhilarating, but she'd never felt gravity's grip full-force like this. He'd never dropped her. And she'd never let go.

"Rae!" he shouted from far above, and she glanced up just in time to see him tuck his wings in tight and shoot towards her like a bullet.

The ground loomed before her. With less than a hundred feet to go, Rae spread her arms, and silver light bloomed underneath her. She slammed into the curved bowl of her shield and rolled, coughing as the impact nearly knocked the wind out of her. She hit the ground hardly a moment later - the landing steady, but sending shockwaves of pain up both legs. Something cracked in her left, enough to make her cry out.

She dropped to a knee, giving herself not a moment to process the pain before she was scanning her surroundings. The girl- next to her, just a few feet away. The men? Paused in shock for only a moment, but already beginning to creep back in.

"Looking for the two-for-one special, boys?" she taunted, spreading her arms wide as another shield bloomed around her, "Sorry to disappoint."

The girl's face was painted in cold light and candid relief as she looked at the force field now blanketing both of them. Rae's face was tight with exertion, arms trembling as she held the field in place. It was a large one, hard to sustain, and especially after dampening her fall only moments before. But as long as she could buy them a few more moments...

A sharp, metallic clang rang through the air, and her head snapped to the left. Warren, wings spread and looking every bit the avenging angel he claimed to be, calmly stepped down from the crumpled hood of the SUV.

It wasn't long before he'd dispatched them. For all the scars the fighting ring had given him, it had given him strength in turn. She supposed, in a way, it was the poachers' own karma coming back to them.

Rae let the shield fall around her, letting out a shaky breath as exhaustion swelled in its wake. Her hands faintly tingled as the last of the energy flickered out of sight. She got to her feet and staggered, half from exhausting and half from the bright pain that shot through her left leg. She hoped she hadn't broken anything terribly important.

Warren caught her with a hand around her arm, then slipped her arm across his shoulders to take some of her weight. The pain in her leg softened, without as much pressure on it.

"What was that stunt you pulled back there?" he demanded, green eyes blazing as he caught her gaze, "That was not okay!"

"They would've taken her," she argued, refusing to back down, "I needed to get there faster."

"You're lucky to get out of that with just a broken leg! You could've been killed!" Warren huffed, "Christ alive, I thought I dropped you!"

"And the kid is safe. We did what Charles sent us to do."

"Rae."

"And it's not my first time catching myself like that! I've practiced, okay?" Well... once. From a twenty-foot drop instead of a two hundred-foot drop, but the technique was essentially the same. A catch was a catch.

"Whatever. Don't do that again." Warren snapped, then muttered a chain of low swears. Another person might've shied away from this anger of his, the thorns in his voice. But Rae knew it was only masking his concern.

"I'm alright," she said, almost daring to step away from him for emphasis before realizing that would very much not help her argument. Something was definitely broken. "I'll have Hank take a look. Let's just get back with the girl."

"Fine. C'mon, kid," he said, ushering the girl towards him with a gentle wave, "Let's get outta here."

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thedepthsoffandomminds · 5 months

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The lost Princess of the ocean - four

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It had been seven days since the four of you had left Buggy. Nami sat with the Grandline map on her lap whilst Luffy painted a flag. You sat quietly watching them, dipping your fingers into the ocean. It was nice to be with them. No one asked you for anything or made you scrub a single thing. Though Luffy and Nami kept some distance from you they would always include you in their conversations.

Your saviour, Zoro, hardly ever left you alone. He would sleep sitting against your bunk, always ensuring he sat beside you on deck. Though you were still unsure of his purpose for taking you. Sure he would tell you often that you were free, but he seemed to be protective of you. In your experience your captures never wanted another to touch you and would act in similar ways. You had not spoken a word since the circus, not even to Zoro, though he spoke enough for the both of you. You could tell he was a stoic man, a man of few words yet with you the silence made him want to know more. At times one of them would move too quickly and you would flinch away from them. Your eyes would close as if you were waiting for a blow, for pain. Each time it made a tight feeling clench at his chest. He had still been sleeping when you woke so you had slipped away from him. Zoro opened the door to the cabin, stepping out.

“Zoro look, it's complete.” Luffy smiled brightly.

“It's unique.” Zoro complimented dryly, walking over to you. “Nami, I think the toilets busted.” He said.

“We don't have a toilet.” She replied.

“Oh, well then something back there is leaking.” his words amused you and yous rifled a laugh.

“What?” Nami ran into the cabin. You look up at Zoro who grins down at you. He lifts his hand to your neck and checks the wound. It was small and healing well.

“We're taking on water, what did you do?” Nami hisses at Zoro.

“I didn't do anything.” He protests.

“They way you're clanging those swords around, you must've broken something.” She growled.

“Maybe you should've stolen a better boat.” Zoro bites back. The raised voices make you tense beside him, closing your eyes. Luffy sees your reaction.

“Guys. Guys. Guys. Okay, crew meeting.”

“Not a crew!” they yell at him at the same time. You reach out for Zoro's hand, your fingers gently touching his palm. He turns and realising his anger was unnecessary he calms himself, taking your hand and giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“We're gonna need a better ship to make it to the Grand Line. A real pirate ship. Worthy of the Straw Hat Crew.” Luffy announced.

“Wait. Straw Hat Crew? Really?” Nami laughs.

“Yeah, I thought it had a nice ring to it.” Luffy’s smile stretched across his face.

"Demon" has a nice ring to it.” Zoro states bluntly, “Headgear? Not scary.” you drop your hand from his to your lap, looking away from them.

“Who says pirates have to be scary? The point is we need a new ship. So where do we get one?” The Captain asks.

“Our closest bet is the Gecko Islands. We can probably make it there before our ship sinks. Ditch this one and get a better one.” Nami explains.

“Good. With a working toilet.” Zoro joked.

“Great job, navigator.” Luffy beamed. You noted that he did that a lot. Zoro sat down in front of you.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You nod, without looking back to him, your eyes locked on the water. Zoro touched his fingers to your knee causing you to flinch away from him again.

“I'm sorry.” He said, instantly retracting his fingers. “How did you end up in Shells Town?” He asked you. Always trying to coax words from your mouth. He tried not to admit that the sound of your voice had become like an addiction to him. With each small word you gave him he longed to hear more from you. Breathing in slowly you tuck your hair behind your ear.

“I stole food.” You say, glancing at him briefly.

“I'll never let you feel hungry again.” He tells you. A smile pulls at your lips and you know he means it.

When the ship finally pulled into the dockyard it was already beginning to disappear below the water. You all worked quickly to grab your belongings off the deck. Luffy wandered off at some point leaving you, Zoro and Nami.

“I'll be back soon.” Nami told you before running off into town.

You followed Zoro into the cobbled streets of Syrup village. The shop windows are filled with clothes and fresh baked goods that you admire. Zoro stopped suddenly staring at a wall covered in wanted posters. The face of Buggy the Clown stared back at you both.

“You've got to be kidding me, that clown was worth fifteen million Berry. We should have stuffed his head in a bag and brought it with us.” He grumbled.

“What marine would have paid you that bounty anyway,” Luffy laughed, his legs against the wall and his back on the dusty ground, “you're kinda a wanted man yourself now.” you hadn't noticed him there at first.

Zoro sighed, “I didn't think of that.”

Luffy flipped his legs over his head and slowly rolled back up to his feet. You were surprised his hat stayed on.

“All the more reason to get to the Grand Line. Fresh start!” Luffy grinned.

“Right.” he looks down at you beside him.

“Hey! You got us a ship?” Luffy called over to Nami who was walking up to him.

“Working on it. Did you push the sloop out to sea like I told you?” She asked him.

“Yeah. No Marines are gonna be following us here.” he said proudly.

“Well, we're not gonna be here very long. Turns out Syrup Village is known for their ship building. Lots of options.” she grins.

“Well, what are we waiting for then?” Luffy runs off again. You and Zoro follow close behind Nami.

When you finally find Luffy again he is talking to a young man in the ship building yard. He had gone off in a huff after Nami told him the only way for him to acquire a new ship would be stealing it. You didn't really want to be involved in crime, it could bring too much attention. Yet, you kept your thoughts to yourself and followed Zoro.

“There you are.” Nami called up to him.

“Guys! I found it. I found our ship. And this guy will sell it to us.”

“Uh, wait. What? Uh” the man stutters.

“Yeah! The ship, we'll take it.” Luffy announced.

“Technically, she's not for sale and technically, I'm not a salesman.”

“Do you even work here?” Nami asks.

“Of course I do. I'm Chief Technician in charge of encrustation removal and aviary waste eradication.”

“Encru what?” Luffy asks.

“He scrubs barnacles and cleans bird shit.” Zoro explains.

“He can't help us.” Nami continued.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! I can help you. The owner of this ship just happens to be my closest friend in the world.” he explains quickly.

“Your friend owns this ship?” Nami asks.

“Not just this one. She owns the whole shipyard. She's rich, rich.” He waffles his eyebrows at Luffy.

“Oh!”

“I'm sure you could strike a deal with her.” He finishes.

“See?” Luffy beamed again.

“Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to say hello.” Nami agrees, her mind already thinking about the jewels she could get away with.

You felt a familiar tightness in your chest as you followed them all. All around occasional people would stop and watch you. Each one glaring at the new companion leading you through the village to a large house. You pressed yourself closer to Zoro and he took your hand.

Nami admits to you both that she is planning on robbing the ship owner as two dodgy looking staff members appear in front of you. The larger one threatens Usopp before a young woman with blonde hair and a pink dress calls over to Usopp. He introduced her as Kaya, you could tell he thought she was the most beautiful thing in the world with the way he looked at her.

Though the butler beside her disliked the idea he eventually agreed to allow you all in for dinner. Demanding that you each take a bath and dress appropriately. Sham, the smaller of the two staff members leads you all through the house, pointing them each to a guest room.

“This will be your one, miss, and sir yours is opposite.” She says to you pointing at a very pink and floral room. Your body tenses once more your grip on Zoro tightens. The thought of being alone frightened you, in truth you hadn't been on your own for a very long time.

“You expect her to stay there alone?” he asks.

“I apologise sir, I was unaware of your attachment to the girl. You may share this room of course.” She points across to the other room across the hall. He thanks her and leads you inside. There is a large double bed covered in a heavy silver blanket against one wall and a large bathtub behind a room divider. Zoro begins to run the warm water before stepping back to you.

“Is this okay? Us, staying here together?” He asks, suddenly unsure of himself.

“Yes.” You say with a small nod.

“You have to tell me if I do anything that upsets you, Y/n. I want you to feel safe with me.” he bends his neck to better look into your eyes.

“I do.” You whisper.

“You aren't a prisoner anymore.” He assures you once more.

“I know.” You feel tears beginning to swell in your eyes.

“You take the first bath.” He suggests leading you over to the tub that was now almost full. You waited until he was back on the bed before you pulled your old discoloured dress off and stepped into the warm water. It felt amazing to bathe properly. In the last ten years you had little more except a simple bucket with ice water to clean yourself. Zoro had tried to wash out your hair for you on the Sloop and though he was gentle and warmed the water you had still been so frightened of every touch. Always waiting for the moment he would turn on you.

After a few minutes he called over to you.

“Are you okay?” It was a question he asked you almost hourly.

“Do you, could you wash my hair?” You asked. Zoro moved faster than you thought he would and knelt beside the tub. He was sure to keep his eyes averted from your body, though his eyes wanted to follow the curve of your throat downward. Attempting to blink away the thoughts he used a small cup to pour the warm water over your hair. Zoro used the rose scented soap to wash through your long locks, brushing through it with a comb. He is gentle, each movement soft and calculated, like he is frightened he might break you.

When he was done, he stood and held out a large towel for you to step into allowing you to wrap it around yourself. His head turned to one side, again to not see your body.

He quickly dips into your water and washes himself before wrapping a robe around himself and one around you.

“Ready?” He asks, thinking about how bored he was of his own voice when he could be listening to yours: if only you'd speak a little more. He then leads you both out to find the dressing room, his swords slung over one shoulder.

When you reach it, Nami and Luffy are already picking out clothes. They hung from the walls and ceiling. You had never seen so many clothes in one place.

“Hey Zoro, what are you gonna wear?” Luffy calls over to him.

“Something black.” He replies. Zoro plonks himself in an armchair and you start looking through the clothes.

“Hey, does that butler seem familiar to you guys?” He asks to the room.

“Yeah, I think he was at the last dinner party I attended.” Nami quips from behind a room divider and you laugh silently to yourself.

“I swear I've seen him somewhere.” Zoro's words are distant as he watches you searching the rails.

“How's this?” Nami steps out in a black dress. She looked beautiful on your opinion but you weren't sure you knew what beautiful was.

“Still Nami.” Luffy shrugs.

“I said I'm wearing black.” Zoro laughed.

“I hate you guys.” Nami started rifling through the clothes beside her. They all chat about Kaya, your host and the differences between rich and poor. When Nami finally settles on a red dress and Luffy has chosen a waistcoat, Nami grabs a black suit and passes it over to Zoro. The two of them exit the room leaving you once again Alone with your green haired savour. He started changing into the suit. You had taken a knee length olive green dress with black edging and slid behind the screen. You changed into it, surprised that you could pull the zipper up yourself. This was the nicest thing you had worn in a very long time. You brushed your hair to one side and used a small silk ribbon to tie it below your left ear. On to your feet you had pulled on a pair of short heeled black sandals. Unsure of yourself you step out from behind the screen, looking at Zoro in his suit. He looked very handsome in it, as if the material had been perfectly fitted to him. His eyes look up from his sword belt and land on your figure. He closed his mouth and swallowed the saliva that gathered quickly.

“Wow, you look…amazing.” He stuttered out the words making you blush.

“Thank you.” You say. Zoro crosses the room and stands directly in front of you. He opens his mouth to speak but only a breath comes out at first. His hand took yours once more, fiddling with your fingers, “I…Y/n I was wondering-”

“Oh there you are, everyone is gathering downstairs.” Usopp leaned into the room, interrupting Zoro's broken sentence. He nods to the new companion and folds your arm through his own, your hand resting in the crook of his elbow.

Downstairs you all wait in the hall, the two staff members held platters of small foods. Luffy and Usopp wasted no time in digging into them. Nami was talking with the goat man, Merry and Zoro stepped straight to the drinks table lifting two glasses.

“Hey, Zoro. You gotta try this!” Luffy called over to him. Zoro handed you a glass and took a sip of his own.

“I've got all I need right here” he states looking at you. The drink is refreshing but has a gentle sting of alcohol to it.

The butler clears his throat causing you all to look up to him on the staircase.

“May I present, Miss Kaya.” There is a moment of clapping for the birthday girl and she begins her descent of the curved stairs. Merry ran up to her and took her hand. At the bottom she complimented Nami on the dress, it had been her mother's.

Zoro looks up at the butler, narrowing his eyes at him. He manoeuvred him body so you were somewhat hidden behind him.

“Have we met before? You look familiar.” He says.

“Highly doubtful, sir.” The butler replies, adjusting his white gloves.

“Funky Bar? Mirror Ball Island?” Zoro questions.

“Funky Bar?” he says sarcastically, “Well, I can assure you I've never patronised that type of establishment.” the butler's eyes fall onto you, that ill feeling of tightness in your chest comes back. He storms away from the pair of you.

Kaya is given no time to speak to anyone else as the Butler, Klahadore, suggests to everyone that it is time for dinner. The full party moved into the dining room and took their places around the long table. Zoro tells Sham to keep the wine coming, having poured you both a glass.

You watch in silence as the dinner slowly descends into madness, culminating in Luffy climbing onto the table and announcing that he would be the pirate king and he needs a ship from Kaya. The butler swiftly puts pay to it all when Kaya begins to cough. She insists that you all stay the night and retires to her own room.

You each follow suit and return to your bedrooms. An hour or so later you say you need the bathroom but assure Zoro that you can go alone. He waits, a nervous wobble in his stomach until he can't wait any longer.

In the hallway he runs into Luffy.

“Hey, Zoro!” He says a little too loud.

“Sh! Shut up.” Zoro scolds him. Luffy looks him over.

“You always carry those swords with you?”

“Wherever I go, the Wado Ichimonji goes.” Zoro says flatly.

“Where are you going anyways?” Luffy asks as the pair walk slowly along the corridor.

“I’m looking for a Y/n. This place is a maze, she may have gotten lost. How about you?”

“Midnight snack.” Luffy gave him a tooth grin.

“Of course.”

“Come on. We'll follow my nose to the kitchen, maybe y/n is there.”

Zoro follows him.

They meet Usopp in the kitchen and talk about Kaya. Zoro paces the room.

“If you're gonna talk about feelings, I'm really gonna need a drink.” He groans, all but forgetting his mission to find you.

“Uh, there's a wine cellar in the basement.” Usopp tells him.

“Why didn't you tell me that before?” Zoro gestures for Usopp to lead the way, leaving Luffy behind.

Usopp is chatting away when his foot hits something soft.

“Zoro. Zoro? It's Mer It's Merry. He's…He's dead.” Usopp pants put the words.

Zoro kneels down beside the goat man checking him over. “Five blades. I think I've seen this befor-” his words are cut short when he sees you lying unconscious on the floor.

“Y/n.”

“Well, well, well. It appears we have some rats in our cellar.” Klahadore spoke, stepping out of the darkness.

“Those blades. I knew I'd seen your face somewhere on a wanted poster. You're Kuro,

captain of the Black Cat Pirates.” Zoro stated.

“Wait, Klahadore's a pirate?” Usopp questioned.

“A dead one. They say you were killed by Axe-Hand Morgan.” Zoro stood to his feet, his hand on his sword.

“A clever ruse. One that imbecile's ego

helped me perpetuate and as you'll soon learn, no one interferes in my plans.” The butler tilted his head to one side.

“What did you do to y/n?” Zoro asks his chest tight.

“Oh, I have knew her from a long time ago. I dear friend of mine from the white shadow assassins. She didn't recognise me at first either. A shame really, I wanted to buy her when she was younger. Girl would've made wonderful entertainment for my crew. Alas the assassins would not sell her, how did you get her?” His words hiss out through his teeth and churn Zoro and Usopp's stomachs.

“I think I'll keep her, she'd make an obedient mate, don't you think?”

Zoro pulled his two black swords from their scabbards.

“So, I will collect a bounty tonight.” Klahadore growled.

He moves too quickly, Zoro can't keep up and is quickly knocked out. Usopp wastes no time in scrambling away through a window.

#zoro x you

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captainjimothycarter · 11 months

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okay but peggy accidentally calling phillips "dad" one day asdfhdjfjdhs

Okay, I imagined that scene from Brooklyn 99 where Jake calls Holt dad but instead, this came out from Phillip’s POV and it’s just a hot mess. I have no idea what this is, lmao.

But I absolutely love this idea, it just slips and they just run with it. This took me longer to write than it should've, but damn my sinuses.

It's on AO3 Too!

“Carter, this needs your lookover before I approve of sending your boys out lollygagging in California for two weeks.”

Lord knows he’d send Rogers and Barnes to Alaska if it get them out of his hair for two weeks. Some quiet and...well, he might miss the buggers. Carter on the other hand, she never minded time away, but he knew her focus would be on breaking down the intel that they’d so generally taken from the last raid of an underground Hydra base.

He didn’t even see Carter get up from the desk, felt the file tugged from his hands as he turned to focus on the next bunch. File after file, that’s all his job had become. Safer behind a desk where he wasn’t signing letters telling parents their poor son had died in a worthless war.

“They’re not lollygagging,” Carter told him, gently chiding him for the tenth time. “They’re pulling Stark out of whatever the hell he’s doing to get his ass back here. We’re close to finishing Project Playground.”

“The Playground,” Phillips mumbled, shaking his head. “Who comes up with these ridiculous names? Here, make sure they get this too.”

“If I remember correctly,” she hummed, snatching the black bag from his hand. “You do, Dad.”

Did she -

No, no there was no damn way that he heard that correctly. There was no way on this God Green Earth that Carter had called him dad.

It must’ve been the years he’s spent next to the artillery that caused his ears to ring, for him to lose his hearing. There was no damn way he’d heard Carter of all people call him dad. Sure, he could see one of Rogers’ posse doing this as a joke or even Barnes while laughing his tail off but not Carter.

Carter might’ve been the closest thing he had to a daughter and unfortunately, that meant came with Rogers technically being his son-in-law and whatever the hell Barnes was to either of them, but Carter knew her father. Her mother might’ve been a piece of work and Rogers’ mother had adopted her right up as a ‘daughter she never had’ but the point still stood.

Well, all logic went out the window the second that he looked over to her, after what must’ve been a mistake, a slip of the tongue, and well - the pure panic in her expression said it all. He would’ve let it go, brushed it off as a slip of the tongue, a mistake they all made but it became impossible to ignore when he heard Barnes’ terrible attempts at stifling his laughter.

To give him some credit, the man was trying to cover his mouth but the longer he tried to stop himself from laughing, the harder he started to laugh until he was doubled over, hands on his knees and the sound of his laughter echoed around them.

At least Rogers had some sense to not laugh and throw Barnes a look, not that Barnes could see either his or Carter’s look. Damn, that woman knew how to give meaning to if looks could kill. There was certainly a venomous quality to her look.

“I’m going for some fresh air,” Carter announced before promptly marching out of the room.

The silence left behind was tense, at least Barnes had caught himself and stopped giggling, clearing his throat. He looked between them and where the door Carter had just marched out of.

“I should...” He started to say, throwing a thumb towards the door, Rogers stopping him mid-sentence with a slow shake of his head.

“You two should do the job I pay you for,” Phillips grumbled at them, rising to his feet. He brushed off their concerned look, following after Carter’s mumbling.

It didn’t take long to find her pacing the hall, hearing her mumbling only growing louder as he stepped closer. He leaned into the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and watched her for a while. It was the embarrassment of the situation that got to her, amongst he knew, but as he watched her struggle to light a cigarette, thinking better of it before shoving the objects hidden underneath the false brick in the pillar, he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Y’know, I would be proud to call you my daughter,” he told her after a minute, making sure that brick wasn’t in her hand. He knew her tendency to swing when startled and her impeccable aim with any projectile in her hands.

“Sir, I didn’t-”

Phillips shook his head and smiled at her, those rare types of smiles that showed past the chiseled walls the old colonel had built around himself to protect himself. Those very walls that these three damn idiots, the ones responsible for his stress and anyeriusms, he swore, had chiseled away at overtime.

They got on his nerves, they drove him to the brink of insanity. They annoyed him. They disobeyed every damn rule he’s ever laid in place but he knew their reasoning. Beyond all the white collar, bureaucracy, and political bullshit that was their jobs, he knew at the end of the day those three would do whatever it took to do the right thing.

He knew from the very first day that he’d met Carter, she was different. She had a spark, a flame of life that no white-collar asshole could ever tame. She needed to prove herself time and time again, no matter what it took.

That's what he admired about her and, unfortunately, for him, that spark just only grew by the time she met Rogers. They both carried that damn fire.

“Peggy, listen,” Phillips said in a soft tone that asked her to just listen to him. “I’m honored that you see me like that. It was a slip of a tongue but I couldn’t be more proud to see you as my daughter. You’re everything I would’ve wanted to call my own kin.”

“You’re not getting soft on me, are you?” Peggy teased, blinking hard to fight back the tears. “I-”

She stopped and cleared her throat, trying to find the right words to say. There were none, of all the words in the English dictionary, none could be summoned to describe the feelings rising in both of them. Instead, he acted first. He pulled her into a tight hug, feeling her arms wrap around him.

“I’m proud of you, Peggy,” he told her as they pulled away, gently wiping away the stray tear from her face. “I’m proud of all that you’ve done and all that you will do. Even if you did bring those two numbnuts into my life.”

“Y’know we can hear you!” Bucky called down the hall. “You have to admit we made your life better, Chester!”

Barnes was the only damn one who was brave enough - no, stupid enough to ever call him by his first name. Yet, all he could do was laugh softly at Carter’s eyes sparkling as she laughed.

“You made my life a living hell!” He called back to Bucky.

“No,” Peggy corrected. “We made your life more interesting, Dad.”

#Jimothy's Asks #Steggy #Phillips & Peggy friendship #Dadship

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fanficlibrary82 · 2 years

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Insomnia

Word Count: 386

Warnings: None

It was two o'clock in the morning, there was no reason that Liz should've been awake, and yet, there she was - sat up, knees to her chest, staring out of her bedroom window. She couldn't figure out why, but lately she had felt…off. Liz turned from her window to her phone and sighed heavily. Waking up your best friend on a school night is rude.

She tapped her fingers against her knee in thought, only to realize that it was that Metallica song her best friend had learned a few days ago.

She let out a small laugh as she picked up the receiver and began to dial. Guess I'm rude tonight.

The shrill ring of the phone had Eddie bolting upright in a sleepy panic. He swore loudly as his legs got tangled in the sheets, which sent him tumbling out of bed with all the grace of a two-legged deer.

"Shit, Shit, okay, I'm coming, goddammit!" He stumbled through the trailer, managing to hit every corner on the way. He snatched up the receiver and yawned while he rubbed at his eyes. "Mmyeah, hello?"

"Eds, hey, sorry, I know, I just…I can't sleep. Can I crash there tonight?"

He yawned again, wrinkling his face as if wondering why she even asked. "Y'know you don't have to call, just come over. Key's under the steps."

A relieved sigh crackled through the line. "Thank you, Eds, I just can't…I'll be there in ten."

Ten minutes later Liz killed the engine and felt a tension leave her shoulders she hadn't even noticed. After searching for a minute, she found the Munson's spare key and let herself in.

"Eds?" She called out in a half whisper.

"My room," he replied.

She poked her head past Eddie's doorframe and found him curled on his side, clearly half asleep. But he gave her a lazy smile and lifted his arm.

"Come on, Supernaut, or you sleep on the floor."

Liz rolled her eyes with a snort, but climbed up next to him without complaint. A soft sigh fell from her lips as his arm curled around her, pulling her close. She could just barely feel his heartbeat if she laid still enough and the steady rhythm calmed her racing mind immensely.

"Thanks, Iron Man."

"Anytime, Snowblind."

#liz #mine #stranger things #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #elizabeth booth #liz booth #eddie x liz #is it platonic?#is it romantic?#only time will tell #and people's suggestions #if anyone chooses to do that #fluff #platonic cuddling #or is it??

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 2 years

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India Lima Yankee- Chapter 43

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 1597

Warnings: Anxiety about death

Summary: Juliette Kazansky discovers Maverick is back in town for a special training detachment, but she's more than a little blindsided when Rooster arrives too. Having not spoken to him for almost ten years after their less than amicable break-up, Juliette can only imagine how the next few weeks are going to play out when she remains head over heels in love with him while he wants nothing to do with Juliette other than to forget her.

Or so she thinks.

Notes: The parts in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: The Man, The Legend/Touchdown Rest of My Life

Chapters: Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5 Chp 6 Chp 7 Chp 8 Chp 9 Chp 10 Chp 11 Chp 12 Chp 13 Chp 14 Chp 15 Chp 16 Chp 17 Chp 18 Chp 19 Chp 20 Chp 21 Chp 22 Chp 23 Chp 24 Chp 25Chp 26 Chp 27 Chp 28 Chp 29 Chp 30 Chp 31 Chp 32Chp 33 Chp 34 Chp 35 Chp 36 Chp 37 Chp 38 Chp 39 Chp 40 Chp 41 Chp 42 Chp 43

When you're about to die, they say your life flashes before your eyes, but all Rooster saw were his regrets and missed opportunities. He wouldn't get a chance to apologize to Maverick for all the pain he caused him, to explain how he'd missed him all these years despite his anger; Bradley wouldn't get to tell him that he checked up on Maverick when he hadn't heard from him or of him in a while, especially after the black op missions Mav got assigned to. Rooster wouldn't get to tell him that Goose hadn't been his only dad, that Maverick had been his dad too, and that he was the reason Rooster wanted to be a naval aviator. Maverick had been his role model, his idol, the man Rooster wanted to be when he grew up.

Bradley tried to speak, to apologize to his dad before they were killed, but whether it was the G-forces or the paralyzing fear of his impending death, nothing came out.

I'm sorry, Dad. I should've forgiven you a long time ago, but I forgive you now. I know you did everything you could to get us home alive, to get us back to Jules, and I love you.

Juliette... Bradley's head wanted to explode as images burst strong and bright in front of his eyes of the love of his life. He would never see her again, not her bright smile that lit up the room, or her sparkling blue eyes when something intrigued her, or her wavy blonde hair blowing in the breeze as they drove down the California highway in his Bronco while wearing aviators and singing along to their favorite songs. He wouldn't get to land on the carrier and sweep Juliette into his arms, to kiss her senseless and remind her how much she meant to him, to get down on one knee and propose to her like he should've done all those years ago. Bradley wouldn't get to see Juliette walk down the aisle in a wedding dress and slide the ring onto her finger. They wouldn't get to buy a home together and argue about colors and decorating, which Rooster knew Juliette would win anyway because she'd always had an eye for that sort of thing. They wouldn't get to start a family together. Rooster wouldn't get to pamper her while her belly grew with their child in it, he wouldn't get to hold his son or daughter in his arms, watch them grow up and graduate and marry. Rooster wouldn't get to grow old alongside Juliette, to see their hair turn gray with age, to sit in rocking chairs on their front porch while holding hands and reminiscing about their younger years. Bradley wouldn't get to live life with her.

Juliette, if you can hear me, India Lima Yankee. India Lima Yankee. India Lima-

The blaring alarm suddenly silenced, and, at first, Bradley figured he was dead and thought: At least it was quick.

But when he opened his eyes, Rooster realized he remained very much alive and well. Confused, he whirled around to discover the enemy plane destroyed, nothing remaining of it except falling shrapnel and a black cloud, and through that smoke came-

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentleman," Hangman greeted cheerfully, his F-18 speeding towards them. "This is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts, return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions, and prepare for landing."

Rooster laughed at the man who used to annoy him so much. Of course, in such a stressful situation, Hangman would be making jokes and giving himself an ego boost, and it was a welcome sound. It meant Bradley was alive. It meant Maverick was alive. It meant Rooster could still hold his promise to Juliette.

Maverick double-tapped the glass of the canopy and gave the cocky aviator a thumbs-up. Meanwhile, Rooster said, "Hey, Hangman, you look good."

"I am good, Rooster. I'm very good," he replied. He flipped his plane to the side and dove towards the carrier. "I'll see you back on deck.

Maverick didn't turn or talk for a few moments. Only his heavy breathing could be heard. Rooster wanted to speak, but nothing he could think of sufficed yet, and right now, when everyone could listen to what they said, he didn't want to. He didn't like the idea of others overhearing what needed to be a private conversation.

Finally, the captain spoke. "Maverick is downwind. No front landing gear. No tailhook. Pull the cable and raise the barricade."

While the two exhausted aviators waited for the signal for clearance to land, Rooster watched as Maverick flew closer and closer to the control tower. If they hadn't pulled off such an impossible feat, Rooster would've been worried about the repercussions.

As they buzzed the tower, Rooster found himself compelled to exclaim, "Great balls of fire!"

Maverick laughed, circling back around to face the landing strip. He lined up the plane, and as they approached, an all too familiar sound made Rooster's heart drop. He said, "Please don't tell me we lost an engine."

"All right, I won't tell you that," Maverick replied, giving away the answer anyway.

Fuck. All right, here we go. "Okay."

Rooster braced himself in the seat, preparing for what he predicted would be a hard and bumpy landing. The carrier rapidly approached, and his eyes involuntarily shut as the F-14 touched ground violently, throwing him forward. The jet screeched and slid along the landing strip. When it came to a stop, both men remained momentarily stunned in silence, only broken when Maverick asked, "You good?"

Rooster sighed in relief and nodded. "Yeah, I'm good."

The canopy lifted, and as it did, Rooster saw the horde of people surrounding them, cheering and yelling exuberantly. He scanned the crowd, searching for the blonde hair that stuck out like a sore thumb amongst all the helmets and dark hair. His heart sank a little when Juliette couldn't be found, but Rooster reminded himself she'd probably been down below with Cyclone and Warlock and that they hadn't made their way up yet.

Still beaming, Bradley took a deep breath and crawled out of the F-14 and on deck. There to greet him were Phoenix and Payback, the former of whom pulled him into a tight hug. As they pulled apart, Rooster caught another figure approaching out of the corner of his eye, a blonde. He turned to face them. Hangman stopped in front of Rooster and, without a word, held out his hand. Bradley smiled and shook it, causing a grin to break out across Hangman's face.

"Chalked yourself another kill," Rooster remarked, and although he wouldn't say this in a million years aloud, he was proud of Hangman.

"That makes two," Jake pointed out.

"Mav has five," Phoenix interjected proudly. "Makes him an ace."

The realization made Rooster and Hangman glance at each other, both understanding that as good as they were, they weren't at Mav's level, not yet.

At the mention of Maverick's name, Rooster whirled on his heel, searching for the short pilot. Through the horde of people, he caught a glimpse of his dad, and Rooster hastily maneuvered his way over to him, shouting over the cacophony, "Captain Mitchell! Captain Mitchell!"

Maverick faced him at the second sound of his name, and when Rooster approached, all words fled his mind. All he could muster up to say was "Sir," but even that seemed to be enough for Maverick because the captain, without warning, hooked his arm around Rooster's neck and pulled him into a tight hug. Bradley eagerly returned, a knot slowly rising in his throat. He'd missed Mav's hugs.

When the two men pulled apart, Maverick said, "Thank you for saving my life."

Rooster thought back to all the times and stories he'd heard: Maverick disobeying direct orders to help Cougar land; Maverick saving Iceman from five bogeys and refusing to leave his wingman's side even though he risked getting shot down himself; Maverick chasing after Coyote and getting a lock on him and shouting his name, anything to wake up the aviator before he crashed into the ground; Maverick flying alongside Phoenix and Bob while her plane was on fire, desperately trying to get them to eject and nearly crashing into the ground himself going after them; and Maverick using the Cobra maneuver to save Rooster's life with flares even though he surely knew he would get hit by the second missile. If the roles had been reversed, Maverick would've gone back for Rooster. With all this in his mind, Bradley replied, "It's what my dad would've done."

He finally got to say the words. He finally got to tell Maverick, in a way, that he was still Rooster's dad, and judging by the subtle tears glistening in Maverick's eyes, he understood what Bradley meant. Without another word, Mav pulled him into a second hug, and Rooster all but buried his face into his dad's shoulder. Peace washed over him, and although there was so much more to say, they were not in a place for the full conversation that needed to happen.

The two men separated, allowing the others to reach them and congratulate them. Coyote lifted Rooster into an air hug, Bob and Halo gave him a normal hug, Payback and Fanboy slapped him proudly on the back, and the others gave him stinging high-fives, but noticeably, Juliette remained missing from the group, and as Rooster made the rounds with all the people, all he could think of was finding her.

***

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luna-crow · 13 days

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Blood Pact: Event Para | Luna & Alekto

CW: murder, blood

Neve had known she was going to kill the russet haired halfling since she had spied him in the The Golden Lute an hour before. It had been three years since she'd seen that face, with that distinctive scar that ran from his chin to the corner of his right eye. He was a muscular but slight man, a mere few inches taller than Neve. Jaques Ortolan. He was a Fox Clan thief, known to those in the fae cities to buy valuable stolen items too risky to sell within city limits. The last time Neve had seen that face, he had stolen everything she had on her person at knifepoint - including her shoes. Since she had closed her hands around that cursed ring in the Night Market, the question of who to kill to summon the amount of blood magic needed for her permanent glamour spell had haunted her. It was as if the universe had gift wrapped it's answer. Neve had always been one to hold a grudge.

That is how she found herself in the dead of night, stalking through the camp after a stumbling, drugged halfling. She wore her own old tattered indigo cloak and an embroidered black velvet jerkin and breeches that Luna had likely worn to some costume party. It was unfortunately the most practical thing in the entirety of the court lady's vast closet. So, Neve had to make due. She could not understand how Luna had had such a penchant for choosing the most uncomfortable and impractical clothing, with all of those cumbersome layers of petticoats and poof.

Neve's twin daggers were warm and familiar in her hands. Her thumbs traced the ornately carved bone hilts of the daggers as she snuck through the dark camp, a nervous movement so often done that her fingers had worn grooves into the bone. They had been a particularly lucky bit of loot, found in a purse she had stealthily cut from the shoulder of a distracted court lady many years before. Despite the hefty price she could have fetched for them in The Night Market, Neve hadn't been able to bear to part with them. Since then they had proven more valuable than any amount of gold she could have traded them for. They felt like an extension of her limbs now.

She was growing impatient now. The powdered belladonna slipped into the halflings absinthe should've immobilized him by now - just enough of a dose to paralyze without stopping the heart. But, Jaques had charged for last 10 minutes like a drunken bull, seeming to want to push through the poisons effects out of pure stubbornness. It did not even seem he had the ability to locate his tent any longer. Just when Neve had begun to doubt she knew the proper dose of poison to incapacitate a halfling, he dropped to his knees.

With a triumphant hiss, Neve charged forward with near silent footsteps. She stood above Jaques for a moment with an impish grin. "Hello Jaques," she murmured, using her true voice and lifting her hood just enough for the halfling to see her real face before she allowed the glamour to conceal it again. Neve didn't wait for an answer before one of her daggers revealed itself from the depths of her cloak and drove into Jaques heart in a flash of white. Neve kneeled, still wild eyed as she murmured a spell that siphoned blood from Jaques still beating heart into a set of six small glass vials. A small smile remained on her lips, an unexpected peace settling over her at the realization that the hardest part was over.

@alektobone

#para #tffevent #the veiled threat

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mymiraclealigner · 2 years

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Let the rain in | Remus Lupin x reader

summary: reader is worried that the window is open.

tw: just full on smut (+18)

word count: 884

a/n: hi! long time no see, january and february have been HELL, but listening to Lover, you should've come over by Jeff Buckley i got this image in my head of a situation with Remus and i wrote it on the bus <3 You guys should really listen to that song, it's so beautiful, i feel like Remus would have loved it.

p.s: i'm still working on three larger projects, i just don't have time to sit and write :( i will post them as soon as they're finished!

Lonely is the room, the bed is made The open window lets the rain in Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams He had you with him

In the small humid room, in the comfort of a cornered, recently unmade bed, two lovers exchanged words filled with passion and little regret in a sensual dance. The whole stay was lightened by a single candle on the wooden dresser; it dripped wax sparingly on the small shell that guarded Y/n's long earings and violet plastic ring. The red silk dress on the floor casually floated making abstract figures on the air thanks to the semi open window in the back of the room.

Remus tried to turn on his back without leaving Y/n's warm insides, but he found it inevitable as he grabbed her by the waist and raised from his position. Putting a pillow behind him, he laid against the metal headboard, admiring her eagerness to feel him close.

Grabbing the side of his face and coming close to him, Y/n stood on her knees looking at the man's scarred face from above. His big hands enveloped the circunference of her waist bringing her belly button close to his mouth. Trying to mantain his sight on her piercing eyes, Remus started kissing her whole abdomen. His left hand deviated to the curve of her bum, squeezing it harshly to the extent his middle finger brushed softly against her wet core, making the girl shiver. The intensity of it all pushed her to hold onto Remus' hair, disheveling his slicked back, grey-splashed hair more.

He tried bringing her down by pushing her with his biceps around her, thristy to savor her breasts again. Y/n granted his wish with a moan and cuddled Remus into her chest. Sucking one of her tits, Remus' skin crawled as a gutural moan escaped from Y/n's throat. Trying to calm down the numbing heat on her centre she lowered herself, until tumbling upon his hard cock; she started to sneakily grind on it, trying to win Remus' attention on that spot.

Biting and licking her neck in an attempt to bruise it, Remus pumped his cock twice before aligning it with her wetness. She desperately settled down, welcoming him into her. Both lovers sighed in pleasure; Y/n didn't waste time and started to move her hips making his tip brush against her g-spot. Remus' low moans were muffled by the skin of Y/n's collarbone and she happily surrounded him with weak arms, trying to put her weight on his shoulders.

As Y/n increased the intensity of her movements, Remus felt the urge to feel her lips on his, so he lifted vaguely his face begging with his eyes for a taste. Y/n complied and passed her sweet tongue by the opening of his mouth, licking his dry lips. Remus raised his hips at the action and grabbed the back of her head franctic, closing the gap between them and kissing her thoroughly.

Y/n supported on the metal bar of the heaboard with force and separated from his lips to press his chest to hers, in order to start making lazy up-and-down movements. Remus brought his kisses to her shoulder and helped her move on him deftly with both of his hands glued to her backside. With eyes narrowed from pleasure, Y/n looked across the room.

"Remus," she interrumpted herself with a moan by how deep she had gone "the window... it's open" she pinched softly the back of his neck with her free hand.

"I know, it's fine" he answered with a laboured breath.

"No," Remus broke her sentence with a strategic lift of his hips that made her roll her eyes.

"Are you afraid someone will see, mm?" he separated their flushed bodies to look into her face. He momentarily shifted his line of sight to where they were connected.

"No, it's not that" she attached her body to his again, missing the warmth Remus' chest irradiated "It's raining" she whispered close to his forehead.

"Yeah, I know. I can smell it" Y/n took a deep breath and was welcomed by the rich, earthy smell of rain.

"The floor will get wet if we don't close the window" she reasoned stopping her movements and sitting up to lean back and look at him.

Remus grabbed a strand of hair and tucked it behind her ear uncovering a small amount of baby hairs sticking to the start of her forehead from sweat. He smiled at the look of her flushed face; she exuded such preoccupation for the floor getting wet that he thought she completely forgot that he was literally inside her. Remus couldn't help the urge to look down and find a mixture of their wetness on his mound of hair and her outer labia.

"Let it get wet, love" he felt her pussy spasm around him "we'll clean it later."

Remus snuck his hand behind her neck, massaging her nape lightly, and brought her face to his with delicacy. He looked into her eyes a second before closing his to lay a ghost kiss on her nose, and then lips. She smiled and returned the kiss, moving her hands to both of his shoulders. Breathing the scent the rain lingered, Y/n started moving again, very subtly. Remus rejoiced in Y/n's moans and sighs for the rest of the night; accompanied by the pattering of the raindrops ruining the hardwood floor, and that red silk dress.

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Okay I have an ask !!!!

Mafia!Bucky and BestFriend!Reader to Lovers where she’s been with him through all the bad stuff he’d done , seen him at his worst and is still a comforting constant in his life

Summary// After particularly hard business runs, Bucky always comes to you to talk the guilt away

Warnings// kinda angst, kinda fluff, smut, unprotected sex, brief oral (f receiving)

AU// mafia!bucky x f!reader

Note// mafia bucky is a sweetheart, honestly 😩 also, I'm kinda half asleep so I'm hoping this is decent (like most of my other fics, this isn't proofread)

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

"You okay, boss?" Peter said, looking at Bucky through the rear view mirror. A fresh out of high-school kid he should've never hired. "Yeah, just- take me here. Need to see someone." Bucky muttered, taking a notepad from the pocket in the back of the seat to write your address down. "Can do."

There was always some sort of guilt bubbling in Bucky's chest everytime he'd make a stop by your apartment after a particularly hard and gruesome business run. Always leaving the pain and remorse he felt from the things he'd done behind, telling you everything he couldn't tell anyone else.

When the car stopped, he walked around the side of the brick building, going down the alley to your apartment door.

Feeling for his keys, he let out a heavy sigh when he realized he'd left them in the car before taking out his phone.

"Hey, Buck."

Your sweet voice coming through the speaker made warmth bloom in his chest. "Open your door?" He said softly, hoping you didn't have company.

"I'm in the bath, use your key."

"I-I don't have it, let me in." Bucky didn't mean to sound so demanding, but the guilt was slowly eating away at him. The only thing that could make it leave was if he'd seen you.

"There's a spare under the mat, I'll be done in a few minutes."

Letting out a breath, Bucky muttered a quiet 'okay' before getting the key.

You finished with your bath not long after hanging up with Bucky, securing your robe around your body with the ties at the front as you walked out of the bathroom.

"Everything alright, Buck?" You asked softly as you walked into your living room. Bucky sitting on the edge of your couch with his forearms resting on his knees and hands clasped together. "I did something..."

"James-" you let out a heavy sigh, sitting next to his tense frame. "You come here everytime you 'do something' let me hold you for a few hours and then leave. You can't keep doing this to yourself."

His body relaxed a little when your fingers carded through his hair. "Am I really hurting myself if... I have you to make it all go away?" He murmured, looking down to what use to be his polished black shoes, that were now covered in soot and blood.

"What if one day, I'm not around to make it go away?" Bucky's heart twisted at your words, chin wobbling a little as the thought of someone keeping you from him invaded his mind. "You mean... when you find someone who won't let you around me, don't you?" His eyes started to burn as he swallowed the lump forming in his throat. "No, Bucky."

Your lips curved down into a frown when he looked at you with red ringed eyes, his steel blues dull. "I'll never let anyone keep you from me, you're all I have." He swore, jaw clenching tightly. "I'm allowed to date." You said with a pointed look, Bucky shaking his head with furrowed eyebrows. "That's not what I said. A man who won't let you be around who you want- isn't a man at all. You've got to have trust in your partner. Me scaring someone like that away, would be doing you a favor."

Giving him a soft smile, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Go shower, you smell like kerosene. I'll make us some hot chocolate when you're done."

By the time Bucky had finished showering, you had packed his soot covered clothes into a duffel bag for him to take with him when he left.

"Here's that hot chocolate I promised." You said with a light smile as he sat on your couch again, holding the mug out to him. "Thank you, darling." He murmured, letting his eyes wander up the bare skin of your legs until they met the hem of your robe just above your knee.

He spent nearly an hour talking the intrusive thoughts away-planning out the next time he took you to lunch, when you would be coming to visit him at home, all of the things that put his mind at ease. A blanket laid over your lap as he laid on his front between your legs with his head against your chest; one of his long legs off of the side of the couch.

A comfortable silence settled in the air, Bucky shifting around a little to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. His arms tightening around your waist.

"I'm scared that one day, I'll do something that will scare you away. Promise you'll never be scared of me." His gruff voice vibrated against your skin when he spoke as you twisted a piece of his hair around your finger. "You could never scare me, you're a big baby." You said with a light laugh, his head lifting to look at you. "You're smile is so gorgeous."

Bucky wasn't sure what took over as he slotted his lips over yours. Whether it was the fact that he needed to act on things before someone else stole you from him, or how your eyes looked at his lips every time he talked- he needed it.

He groaned into your mouth when your fingers laced in the back of his hair to pull him closer, his bionic fingers working at the knot that held your robe together.

"Let me take care of you, darling." Bucky whispered, the anticipation sending a shudder down your spine as he kissed down your neck and chest. Elicitng a moan from you when his lips latched around your pebbled bud, flicking his warm tongue over it a few times before continuing his patch lower.

You watched with eager eyes, swallowing hard when he started to drag your underwear down your legs. Glancing up at you one last time as he leaned closer to your heat.

"Oh, hell-" you choked out when his lips locked to your clit and he worked a long finger into your cunt. The vibrations of his low groan causing your hips to buck up against his mouth.

Your hands pulled and scratched at his scalp, his gentle licks and sucks to your clit quickly turning into head shaking and harsher nibbles as his finger curled up against your spasming walls.

"Buc-" his name died out with a sharp gasp as your orgasm crashed into you, Bucky moaning when your shaky thighs closed in on his head.

He didn't expect your hands to take hold of his cheeks to pull his lips back to yours, tongue slipping into his mouth to press against his. So hungry with want as he pulled you to straddle his lap, lifting his hips to shove his sweatpants down as you let the robe fall down your arms. Lips never parting as he eased you down on him.

Bucky threw his head back in a loud moan at the quick pace your hips met his in. Taking every inch of him as you panted and whimpered his name, holding his shoulders for stability.

"S'good to me, baby. Feels so goddamn good." He grunted, chest heaving as he watched your breasts bounce with your movements. Working yourself to your next high with a craving that burned deep in your core, nearly overpowering the twist of another knot forming in your lower abdomen.

"M'close, Buck-" you whined, Bucky's hands gripping your hips to push you up and drag you back down at a rough pace. A blissed out giggle passing your lips as your head lulled back, feeling so full as his cock dragged against every sensitive spot of your velvety walls.

"Squeezin' me so tight- make a fuckin' mess, sweetheart." The look on Bucky's flush face sent you crashing over the edge with a breathy whine, nails dragging down his firm chest as you released around him.

Bucky's hips rolled up to meet the tired bounce of yours, gripping your waist as he watched himself disappear into your cunt again and again.

"Gonna make me cum, sugar. Wanna fill you up, s'bad." He panted, slipping a hand up to squeeze the supple flesh of your breast. "Need it, Bucky- please," you whined, hips slowing into a grind as he held you down on him. A gravelly moan tearing from his throat as his face scrunched up, coating your walls with thick spurts of his spend.

Bucky lifted his hands to hold the sides of your neck, pulling you down to nip at your lips with his. Stopping you when you went to move off of him, not wanting the moment to end. The feeling that surged through him that he hadn't found in another woman.

"Just a few more minutes, don't wanna move yet." He muttered through a series of brisk, loving kisses. Your heart fluttering ad metal and flesh thumbs brushed against your jaw.

A cheeky grin creeping across your face as you pulled away slightly to look at his half lidded eyes. "We should've done that years ago, Buck."

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tyongxnct · 3 years

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𝐅𝐔 - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐡

pairing: Johnny x reader

summary: You wanted to be all alone with your boyfriend on New Year’s Eve, but after a heavy fight, he left you before the clock struck midnight. You were all alone the whole night while he was with another woman. The woman he told you not to worry about. One day, after forgiving him for leaving you alone, you find out that she was texting him, that he cheated and you breakup. But breaking up with the love of your life was hard and you couldn’t stop yourself from loving him.

song: FU - Miley Cyrus

genre: established relationship, angst, smut

warnings: smut, cheating, swearing, alcohol consumption

word count: 5.7k

A/N: first of all thank you so so much for 900 followers!! You have no idea how happy and thankful I am. I hope you enjoy this!! 💖💖💖

taglist: @aesthetichrj @bvbyxuxi @bitchenderyy @chitaphrrrr

this is fiction!

Oh, you broke my heart I told you I was weak for love But then you went around And did what you wanted to do And now I'm crying, crying

“Don’t you fucking get it Y/n?! There’s nothing going on between me and her! Why are you always so fucking insecure?!”

“Are you being serious right now? I just-“

“Just what Y/n?! Huh?! Do you always have to ruin everything?! One night, one fucking night and you can’t keep your mouth shut! You’re so damn frustrating. It’s fucking New Year’s Eve and you just have to annoy the shit out of me!” Johnny yelled at you. He closed his eyes to calm down, but all he saw was red and he needed to go.

“But Johnny-“

“No! I don’t wanna hear anything. I’m leaving. Happy fucking new year.” He cut you off, he didn’t care about your feelings at that moment. All he wanted was fresh air and be far, far away from you.

“No please don’t go I’m sorry-“

You tried to apologize, but Johnny simply didn’t care.

It was almost midnight and you didn’t want the night to end like this. All you wanted was spend the night with Johnny. Just you, Johnny, wine, and a great dinner. This was your third New Year’s Eve with Johnny and your first New Year’s Eve alone with him. You had spent the last two years with your mutual friends at some party, but this year you wanted to be just with him.

Things escalated quickly.

First he was distracted, he was on his phone the whole dinner and then, while watching a movie he chose, he was also on his phone. Then, he got a phone call and was in your shared bedroom talking for almost an hour.

Your special night together suddenly turned to a shit night for you.

You were suspicious about his behavior. Always on his phone, always talking to someone and whenever you asked whom he was talking to he answered with a simple ‘a friend’. But you knew exactly who that friend was and when you had enough, you confronted him about her.

Johnny left your apartment, he was slightly tipsy, the wine you drank was in his system and he knew that his next decision was stupid, so dumb and would destroy everything you had built, but in that moment, he didn’t care.

So his next move was to call her and ask her if she was free. It was New Year’s Eve, she was probably at some party or with her family, but she quickly dropped her friends and the party she was at to meet Johnny at her apartment.

The clock struck midnight and instead of kissing you, Johnny’s lips were on her lips and you were finishing the second bottle of wine. You sat on the balcony and watched the firework with tears rolling down your cheeks whereas your boyfriend was kissing another girl, pleasing another girl, and breaking his promises.

That night, you celebrated New Year’s Eve with tears in your eyes and pain in your heart.

Johnny woke up in the middle of the night.

He looked to his left to see you sleeping next to him but when he saw someone else next to him in bed, he remembered what he did. He remembered how he told you that there was nothing going between her and him and then he remembered how he fucked her, how he cheated on you.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as he looked at the clock on the wall.

03:27

He didn’t kiss you on midnight. He wasn’t with you, you weren’t in his arms, someone else was.

Johnny left the apartment without thinking and rushed home to you. Johnny couldn’t describe how much regret he felt, how guilty he felt. He wanted to cry, he wanted to delete last night from his memory.

He unlocked the door and it was dark inside of the apartment, you were probably sleeping. Johnny’s heart was beating against his chest, he didn’t know what to do. Should he tell you what happened last night? Should he tell you he cheated and broke his promises?

Johnny saw you curled up on the couch, your eyes closed but swollen, you wear wearing his hoodie and hugging the pillow tightly. The balcony was still open and the winter breeze entered you apartment. Your body was cold, hands formed to fists and brows furrowed. Two empty bottles of wine on the coffee table and one used wine glass.

Johnny got on his knees and pressed little kisses on your forehead, your cheeks and nose. He wanted to kiss your lips so bad, but his lips still tasted like the other woman he had been with that night.

“B-Baby?” he whispered softly, “Baby, come on let’s go to bed.”

You didn’t react.

Johnny carried you softly to your bedroom and tucked you in your bed. After getting ready for bed, he also got under the covers and pulled your body closer to his and held you tightly in his arms.

“I’m so sorry.” He cried out. Johnny felt terrible, he couldn’t lose you, the only option was to keep it a secret and delete last night from his memory. Johnny fell asleep crying.

You woke up between Johnny’s arms. He was holding you tightly and it didn’t look like you could get out of his arms anytime soon. He was soring softly and you could tell he was tired.

You stayed in bed for another hour and Johnny slowly woke up.

“Can you let me go?” you asked coldly. You were still hurt.

“S-Sorry.” He let go of you and you were about to leave the room but Johnny stopped you.

“Listen… I-I know you’re mad and I know I made a big mistake. I shouldn’t have left. I’m the biggest idiot on the planet, I’m so sorry I left you alone last night and… and the things I said. I didn’t mean them. I love you. Only you.”

Your hand was on the door handle, holding tightly. You didn’t answer, you didn’t know what to say. Were you still mad? Yes. Were you still hurt? Yes. You just wanted to be alone.

“Y-You left me alone o-on New Year’s Eve. You just left me all alone, I wanted to be with you. You know that I don’t have anyone. You know that I’m all alone and you still left. I only have you but you left me too.”

That was true. You had lost your parents a couple years ago and you don’t have any siblings. You don’t have any family left and you have only Johnny in your life. You were never the person to find friends easily, but Johnny was different. You were friends with his friends, but you were too shy and insecure to call them or text them. You hated it.

“I know- I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you, baby. Do you want to have dinner again tonight? I’ll cook. Or we can go out to that restaurant you love, let’s go on a date, hmm? Tell me baby. Tell me what you want.” He got up and walked closer to you. You stepped back on reflex.

Johnny stopped on his tracks and looked at you, worry written all over his face.

“D-Do you hate me that much?” he whispered.

“I-“

You didn’t know what to say.

“I think I need to be alone.” And then you left your bedroom and locked yourself in the bathroom and started crying.

Johnny knew he had to leave you alone, you had to calm down and he needed to find a way to make it up to you. He knew the fucked up, and the secret he carried was haunting him. Whenever he looked at you, he felt his heart ache.

Maybe you were blinded by your love for him or maybe you were just stupid, but you couldn’t be mad at him any longer.

You entered the bedroom and saw Johnny looking on the ceiling like a lost puppy. He instantly got up and looked at you. “D-Do you want me to leave?”

You were still crying and playing with your fingers. “I-I want to go o-on a that date with you. B-But that doesn’t mean I forgive you. I’m still hurt.” You sobbed.

“Okay baby, anything for you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I left you alone. I’ll make it up to you, okay? I love you so much.” He stroked your tears away and cupped your cheeks. “I’m not going to hurt you again.”

Ooh, it seemed like everything was going fine I found the love that I thought was gonna last Then I accidentally saw a few things in your cell I even LOL'd, man, I should've known Why, why you're doing what you do You, you might as well just tell the honest truth See, I'm not really down with this This ain't no texting shit Know I got no biz, But it is what it is

I don't really have much to say I was over it the second that I saw her name

The first couple weeks of January, Johnny acted like the perfect boyfriend. He did everything he could to make you happy, to make you smile brightly at him.

You could see that he tried to make his mistake up to you and you enjoyed how he showered you with love. You were sure that he was the one, that Johnny was your future.

But that one night, January 31, changed everything.

You were waiting for Johnny to finish his shower. It was date night and you decided to go to the movies. While you were scrolling through your Instagram feed, Johnny’s phone ringed non-stop. He received text after text and even two calls and the sound annoyed the shit out of you. You got up to turn his sound off, but when you accidently saw the last text he got, you almost dropped the phone. You didn’t want to go through his texts, but you couldn’t stop yourself from reading the text she sent him.

19:27 Sujin: hey baby, I miss u

19:27 Sujin: are you free tonight? My pussy missed your dick!!!

19:28 Sujin: *picture attached*

It was a picture of her, half naked, you could fully see her breasts.

You should’ve known. You should’ve known that he lied when he told you that there was nothing going on between him and her.

You couldn’t cry, all you could do was laugh. Laugh at how stupid you were.

Why did he lie to you? Why didn’t he just tell you the truth? You were done with him and with his lies. Maybe it was your own fault. You knew that there was something, but you still believed him and took him back that night on New Year’s Eve. He said so much mean and disgusting things to you, Johnny acted like you were crazy and just out of your damn mind. He called you insecure. Johnny called you so many things and in the end, you were right.

You went to your shared bedroom and started packing a couple of your things. You needed to leave. Now.

You couldn’t cry. You wanted to, but you couldn’t. There were no tears left.

You packed some clothes, you weren’t going to move out. He cheated, he broke your heart and he has to leave. But you couldn’t stand being next to him. You would come back when he was gone.

Johnny entered the bedroom with a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet and little drops of water glistened on his body. Suddenly all you could see were her traces on his body. Love bites on his neck, down to his chest.

“Babe?”

You realized you were staring at him a little too long, the love bites were gone and Johnny came closer to you with a smirk.

“We can skip the movie if you want to.” He put two fingers on your chin and leaned down to kiss you, but you pulled back. Almost tripping over your bag.

“Babe? You good?”

“Cut the bullshit Johnny. I want you to leave and take all of your fucking shit with you. We’re done. I’ll come back when you’re gone.”

Johnny looked at you with so much confusion written all over his face. “Babe what are you talking about?”

“Go to your whore. She probably has enough space for you two.” You said with no emotion as you grabbed your bag.

Johnny still didn’t understand what you were talking about. “W-What are you saying? Baby I really don’t understand- What do you mean? Whore?”

You started laughing, “Come on, you know exactly who I’m talking about. She misses you so much Johnny. Poor girl needs her hole filled with your fucking cock. Go to her. She’s waiting for you.”

Johnny still didn’t get what you meant. “Fucking hell, I saw her texts Johnny! I’m leaving.”

It took Johnny a minute to realize what just happened.

You were about to leave the room when he stopped you. “Listen- please just listen to me.”

You scoffed, “There’s nothing you could say, Johnny.”

“T-There was nothing serious. S-She just texted me shit like that-“

“No Johnny! This isn’t just you and her texting, this is about you being not loyal to me. You lied to me, you called me names, you broke all your promises and you still cheated. You cheated on me with her, you don’t have to lie anymore. I won’t stop you anymore. Feel free to do whatever you want. Not that I stopped you from doing whatever you wanted before, but now you don’t need to come back to me anymore.”

You voice was filled with venom, Johnny knew he fucked up and he thought you would never find out, but now that you did, he didn’t know what to do or what to say to keep you, to make you stay.

“No no no don’t go. L-Let’s talk about this. Baby please don’t leave me. I love you.” Johnny started crying. For the first time in your life, you saw him cry.

You didn’t know how to feel about seeing him cry, but you listened to your brain and not to your heart like you always did and your brain told you to leave. You were done with him. So you left without looking back.

I got two, ooh, ooh letters for you One of them's F and the other one's U 'Cause what you gotta do, is go get yourself a clue Only two, ooh ooh letters to choose One of them's F and the other one's U SMH, I'm pressing send on you

Johnny texted you about thousand messages every day since you left. He called and left thousand voicemails. After two weeks, you also got mail with letters. Letters filled with apologies.

You hated him so much, but you couldn’t stop listening to his voicemails or stop reading his texts and letters. Maybe it was because you missed him or maybe you felt better now that he ran after you like a lost puppy. But you couldn’t let go of him if he keeps sending you things like that.

22:04 J: I won’t stop trying.

22:05 J: I love you too much to let you go.

You laughed at that. He loves you? Is cheating his way of loving you? You decided to answer him.

22:10 you: Fuck u Johnny. You don’t know anything about love so just stop and don’t embarrass yourself.

22:10 J: I can’t believe you texted back. I knew you were reading my messages. Please, let’s talk.

22:13 you: Don’t you get it? I don’t want to see you.

22:14 J: Okay, then answer the phone. Let’s just talk.

Your phone started ringing and you almost answered. It rang and rang and he called you again and again, but you never answered.

22:50 you: stop calling. Stop texting. Just leave me alone.

You shook your head angrily.

He left you alone on New Year’s Eve, why was it so hard for him to leave you alone now?

Could've been this, could've been that We done been there, we done been back You ain't with it, could've said that Why you tripping, let me hit that I ain't trying to argue more. I do it all for you, You know you're my right eye Baby, let me show you

Johnny was about to lose his mind.

After you left nothing made sense anymore. He was lonely. Lonelier than ever. Johnny has many friends but he never left the apartment to hang out with them.

There was no point in going out and coming back to a lonely home.

He missed you, he missed everything about you. He realized, after you left, that he loved so many small things about you. For example, the way you sneezed, that was the cutest sound he has ever heard or the way you always fell asleep with a little smile on your face. A smile he missed.

Johnny missed to see you on the couch, a pillow between your arms because you couldn’t hug Johnny, he had to take a shower or for whatever reason he couldn’t watch tv without you.

Oh, how he wished he could just drop everything and cuddle with you on the couch. You could’ve been in his arms right now, you could’ve been kissing him like you always did. You loved kissing him and he missed the feeling of your lips on his.

He regrets cheating on you. He regrets it so much and there’s not a single day without him crying about that.

Johnny rarely cried, you knew that, but after you left, he couldn’t stop his tears.

He had to show you how much he loved you, how much you mean to him. Johnny had to show you, that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Johnny would do anything to get you back.

Oh, I know what's been going on Don't even try to act like Mr Super Nonchalant What makes you think I'll stick around I'm not as stupid as you sound And you sound really dumb right now From A to Z, ooh I got a lot of nasty things flowing up in my head But none of them are worth my time You're not even worth this rhyme And I don't, I don't give a flying

It was hard for you to find a place to stay and Johnny knew that, but even though he wanted to be with you, he left your apartment so you could stay there. The only friends you had were Johnny’s and it was hard for you to ask them for help, you hated to ask other people for help, because you didn’t want to be a burden. That’s why you stayed in a hotel for two days, until Johnny texted you that he left the apartment. It hurt you a little, the fact that he was gone but you tried to ignore that feeling, just like you tried to ignore everything else he did. You overthink everything and you were scared to annoy his friends with your presence, which wasn’t even the case. After Johnny’s friend heard about what Johnny did and how he broke your heart, they lectured him and were angry. Yes, he was their friend but you were their friend too and what Johnny did was unacceptable. A couple of his friends reached out to you, they wanted to be there for you and help you go through the pain.

A month after your breakup, you met Johnny again. One of your mutual friends held a BBQ party and she insisted for you to come. Of course she told you about Johnny also being invited but you didn’t care about him at that moment. You wanted to have fun, but now, with him right in front of you, you wanted to go back home and hide under your bed. But you wouldn’t show him that.

You felt his eyes on you, no matter what you did or where you were.

Playing beer pong outside, his eyes were on you.

Cutting tomatoes in the kitchen, his eyes were on you.

Drinking your cocktail in the living room, his eyes were on you.

Not like a creep, of course. He watched you like someone who saw the love of their life for the first time and he saw the love of his life for the first time after the breakup. He thought about ways to approach you, to talk to you and apologize, but the timing was always bad.

Except for now.

“Y/n.”

Your turned around as soon as you heard his voice. The others were inside whereas you went outside for fresh air. Johnny followed you, he saw an opportunity to talk to you and he wouldn’t let go of that.

“Don’t walk away- please.”

“Why would I stay here with you?” you scoffed.

“Just listen to me, just once-“

“You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know what you’re going to say? It’s always the same shit. Oh, I’m so sorry. She doesn’t mean anything to me. Please forgive me. Blah Blah Blah.” You said in a mocking tone.

“But it is the truth! She doesn’t mean anything to me. I just love you, it was a mistake-“

“Johnny, come on. You sound so dumb right now. Just stop. Whenever I see your face, I just want to punch you and her, but you aren’t worth it. She isn’t worth it to be in my head. Fuck you and fuck her. Oh, wait, you did that already, right?”

Maybe you were being a little pathetic right now, but you didn’t care.

I don't really have much to say I was over it the second that I saw her name

“I don’t really have much to say. I was over it the second that I saw he name on your phone.” you said, looking him straight in the eyes. Your voice was so cold, just like your eyes.

“But I have things I need to tell you. I need to tell you how much I love you and how sorry I am. Just listen to me, just this once and If you’re still done with me, than okay, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Fine. I’m so fucking sick of this.” You mumbled.

“I didn’t lie to you on New Year’s Eve. There was really nothing between me and her. She would text me but I never really replied to her. We went out a couple of times, but not just us. We went out with other friends and I barely noticed her. We were just friends, even less than that. On New Year’s Eve you pushed my buttons, I’m sorry to say it like that, but something inside me switched and all I wanted to do is to h-hurt you.” He looked down, ashamed, “I was drunk and angry. A really bad combination. I called her, she invited me to her home and before I knew it, I woke up with her next to me.”

You closed your eyes, you tried to imagine little butterflies and the sea, but all you could see was Johnny with another woman.

“As soon as I woke up, I came home and I-I didn’t know what to do. I hated -hate- myself for what I did that night, for hurting you and leaving you alone like that and for c-cheating on you. I know it’s not an excuse but I was so drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing. It just happened. When I saw you at home, asleep on the couch, it broke my heart. I wish- I wish I could turn back time and stay at home with you that night.”

“Johnny-“

“I’m not done. I deleted that night from my memory. I know it’s stupid but I couldn’t lose you. I was selfish and I thought that you would never find out. B-But that night you saw her messages, you only saw her messages. It looked like we were still texting and s-sleeping with each other. But here-“ he pulled out his phone and showed you their conversation.

“I always told her how much I loved you and that she should leave me alone. That I did the biggest mistake in my life and that you’re the love of my life. I swear Y/n, I am so sorry, so fucking sorry that I hurt you like this. But I mean it when I say that I only love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know I did so many mistakes and I totally get that you h-hate me but I want to show you how much I actually love you and I know that you love me too.”

You scrolled through their texts. He said the truth, he always told her to fuck off and leave him alone, she was also blocked now. Johnny told her that he wants only you and that he would spend the rest of his days regret hurting you, but he’d also spend the rest of his days loving you.

“I-“ you didn’t know what to say.

He was right, you still loved him.

“Johnny… can you take me home?”

I got two, ooh, ooh letters for you One of them's F and the other one's U 'Cause what you gotta do, is go get yourself a clue Only two, ooh letters to choose One of them's F and the other one's U SMH, I'm pressing send on you

Johnny was bigger than you and stronger, but right now you felt like you were the stronger one.

You pressed him against the wall as you pressed your lips on his. You caught Johnny off guard but not even a second later, he kissed you back and put his hands on your waist.

“Don’t touch me.” you pulled away to say this and when he thought it was over, you kissed him again. Your hands were on his shirt, slowly pulling it up. When you were done, you pressed your hands lightly on his chest. You loved every inch of Johnny’s body.

Johnny was obviously stronger than you and he could push you away easily, but he couldn’t, until your hands landed on his belt. “N-No, Y/n wait-“ he said as he pulled away.

You ignored him.

You kissed right above his jeans, slowly going up leaving wet kisses on his belly and chest. You couldn’t reach his neck, you wanted to leave love marks, and that made you mad.

“Fucking big asshole. Why do you have to be so big?!”

“Y/n- I thought you wanted to talk? I don’t want you to do anything you might regret later.”

“Just shut up and let me do what I want to do.”

“You’re drunk.” Johnny said. Yes you had a couple cocktails but you knew what you were doing.

“Fuck you, I’m not drunk! Do you want to fuck me or not?!” you yelled now, annoyed that he hesitate so much.

“Of course I want to fuck you but-“

“No buts. Take off your pants.”

Johnny didn’t move. He didn’t know what to do. On the one hand he wanted to feel you close again, on the other hand he was scared to push you further away after having sex with you.

“Fine I’ll do it myself.” And you did. You unbuttoned his jeans, pulled it down along with his boxers and kneeled down.

His cock was semi-hard. The way you acted turned him on and now you’re on your knees looking absolutely beautiful and sexy.

You slowly started pumping his cock and Johnny bit his lip as he watched you. His tip was leaking with precum and you used it to make it easier to pump him. You put your lips on his tip and kissed it and then you licked it like a lollipop. You twirled your tongue on his tip, your hand still pumping him up and down. When you put his cock in your mouth, Johnny’s hands softly gripped your hair.

You pulled away, “No touching.” And he let go instantly. He was going crazy, he needed to touch you.

You put his cock back into your mouth and bopped your head. Johnny’s cock was big, you couldn’t fit all of his cock inside your mouth but the way he hit your throat turned him even more on. He was a moaning mess. You softly played with his balls and you felt him twitch. He was about to cum and right before he could, you stopped and pulled away.

“Fuck- What why did you stop? Are you alright?” he asked you. First frustrated that you stopped him from coming and then worried that he hurt you.

“Lay down.” You ordered him.

Johnny listened. He laid down on your bed and watched you take off your dress and your underwear. A sight he had missed so much, so fucking much.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Stop talking.” You ignored the butterflies in your belly.

You crawled on top of him and slowly put his cock inside of you. You were definitely wet enough. Johnny lost his mind, he missed being inside of you. He missed being this close to you.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned and his hands landed on your hips.

You grabbed his hands and pressed them down on each side of his head. “I said no touching, Johnny. No. Fucking. Touching.” You didn’t stop moving your hips as you said that you knew it turned him on as you felt him twitch again.

You weren’t going to lie. You felt amazing. You were embarrassingly close, all you did was sucking his dick and riding him for not even a minute.

You kept your hands on his wrists as you rode him faster and faster. The way you clenched around him, the little sounds that left your from kissing bruised lips, he loved it. Johnny loved you.

“I’m going to c-cum.” He moaned out.

“C-Cum inside of me, I want every drop of your cum Johnny.” You were so close and when Johnny came inside of you and closed his eyes while moaning your name out loudly, you came too.

You let go of Johnny’s wrists and collapsed on top of him as he pulled his cock out of you.

Chest against chest, heartbeat against heartbeat.

Your head was in the crook of his neck and you were breathing heavily. You tried to catch your breath and stop yourself from crying, but Johnny heard you sniffle and not even a second later, you started sobbing in his arms.

“Y/n? Are you crying?” he rubbed your back softly, not sure what else to do.

“Fuck you. I’m not crying I’m dancing you i-idiot.” You cried out.

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling, you didn’t notice how hard you were crying until it got hard to breath.

“Hey hey hey, I’m sorry. Look at me. You have to calm down.” Johnny softly pushed you up and you wrapped your arms around your boobs, suddenly feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.

Johnny was about to move away and you immediately hugged him tightly, you were scared that he would leave after fucking you. You were scared that you were just imagining this and that he wasn’t actually here. But Johnny actually just wanted to give you his shirt.

“Fuck you. I hate you. Y-You broke my heart.” You cried out as you hid your face in his neck.

Johnny slowly stroked your hair and with his other hand he held you tightly. “I’m sorry. I don’t deserve you, but I love you so, so much.”

He was crying too.

“Y-you really don’t deserve me. Fuck you for hurting me, fuck you for cheating on me and fuck you… I-I still… love you.” You finally said it. It was so hard but all the weight on your shoulders vanished and you felt relieved.

“I love you. Only you. Please forgive, please let me love you again. Please I need you so much.” Johnny said and left little kisses on your shoulder.

You pulled back softly and looked him in the eyes. Your eyes were as red as his and full of pain and love.

“Please don’t hurt me ever again, please no matter how much you want to hurt me, just yell at me o-or I don’t know throw something at me… b-but don’t do that again…”

Johnny’s heart ached, he would never forgive himself for hurting you like this, for breaking your heart. It was a punch in the face to hear your words. Was he really such a monster? Yes he was. He was a monster who hurt his better half for something so stupid and now you were suffering. You were always right and he would do anything to make you happy. How could he even get mad at someone as kind and lovely as you? How could he even think of hurting you?

“D-Don’t say that. I will never hurt you again, I promise. I could never get mad at you, Y/n. Everything was my fault, I did this to us and you never deserved this. You are too good for me and I’ll make sure to show you how much I adore you, how much you mean to me. I’ll never let go of your hand.” He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles, “I love you, Y/n. Can you give me a second chance?”

You looked him in his teary eyes. You were going to follow your heart and your heart told you to try again. You could see his love for you in his eyes and you could hear it in his broken voice. You were ready to give him a second chance, you could forgive him but you would never forget what he did.

You nodded softly “Y-You have to make it up to me and it won’t be easy.”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Okay.” You breathed out.

“Thank you.” He looked you in the eyes with his brown puppy eyes and you couldn’t stop yourself from pecking his lips. You pulled back and watched his reaction. Johnny smiled softly and both of you slowly leaned in and kissed. A soft and slow kiss, with so much passion and longing.

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